I'm serious. No, really. Please believe me.
It's a very clear signal that something's wrong
Because it needed to be done
I get it, I get it, I get it.
Possible answers to a decade-old question
Obviously, Jake Ballard would get prime placement -- shit, he might even get his own mountain -- but who'd be the other three next to him on friend zone Mt Rushmore?
There's nothing God has invented that an addition of Hennessy wouldn't improve
This new traffic has brought a bunch of new eyes with it. Some of whom seem to be unaware of or just plain confused by what exactly VSB is. Allow me to clear some of that up.
Hide a Newport, save a life.
It would not matter if he actually was shot in the face. Or strangled in his sleep. Or dropped from the top floor of a four story Target.
Nothing has enraptured BBP as quickly as the invention of Jack Daniel's Tennessee Honey, which in five years has become the second best birthday present you can give a BBP you want to impress. (The first? An orgasm.)
While my mom's remains might be there, that is not my mom. It's just an empty body. And I believe this -- I know this -- because she's still here with me.
Pour out a little liquor. Actually, pour out the whole damn bottle.
Every hard thing I've done -- and this includes both running a mile in 5:30 and reciting an entire Big Sean verse without sneezing -- is exponentially less hard than marriage. And I have a great marriage!
Bougie Black Girls swoon at just the thought of impeccably bearded Black men with degrees and apartments with updated appliances.