My number is 416-GO-FUCK-YOURSELF-YOU-WHORE…. At least according to my wife…
“Scroll to Damon, bitch! I need his numbah!”
The mystery is solved: We now know what Leo Gorcey with a nice rack looks like.
I had to Google Leo Gorcey, but you nailed it, my friend.
Wonder what he’ll say when the wifes asks “was she pretty then me?”
she’ll say go back and learn English, ben. Then we’ll talk.
He answer to wifes “No, but have real nices boob”.
you are hilarious!
Jennifer has a sniper rifle aimed at his temple right now. If those eyes drift to that girl’s boobs, it’s all over for him.
(Maybe I should start drinking again to get over her face…)
They’re both checking out a Matt Damon weiner pic on her phone.
Methinks yet another night of telling a screaming Jennifer “I swear, she was just a fan, I just posed for a picture, that’s all!!” is rapidly approaching.
Is that the nanny?
Every man can read it in his face: *yeah, my wife is hotter…but strange is strange!”
Dude, totally. Grass is always greener even when it’s ugly.
“Did you need to use my smartphone?”
“No. I’m faking interest as an excuse to stare down your top.”
He’s totally doing the back-to-front-quasi-comb-over. Trust me. I know all about that shit.
Isn’t that Tory Lane?
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