Yay my sperm
I'm Black, y'all! Black y'all! Blackity Black, yo I'm Black!
I'm serious. No, really. Please believe me.
It's a very clear signal that something's wrong
Die, New Black! Die!
Because it needed to be done
I get it, I get it, I get it.
Possible answers to a decade-old question
Sometimes, dammit, I just wanna go to a delightful place where one can do the Electric Slide while devouring fried chicken skin in the moonlight
Here's another movie in an already packed movie summer that I'm excited to see!
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.
Lots of people are fans of singers who can't sing. I'm one of those people. But just because we like them doesn't mean they can sing.
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.)
Panama loves the movie Roll Bounce. But it's got one really big wart that drives him batshit crazy.
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.