I’ve lost almost 20lbs in the past few months due to my mountain biking endeavors, and my tits were the first to go :/. I recommend this sport for anyone with bitch tits, medically known as gynecomastia (fun fact for the day).
the random ramblings of an angry dinosaur: some of you really need a smack to the face so you'll start appreciating what you have
I think Fred would be one awesome psychologist! Be happy, motherfuckers!
I get being upset sometimes or things annoying you and so on, but fuck, it’s all doom and gloom with some of you motherfuckers. I can’t do it anymore. I’ve been slowly dropping all the negative fucks I used to follow. I know I rage, but I’m a happy positive person and I don’t need that shit here….
It’s All Mtn Biking’s Fault!
My absence forever and a day from both Tumblr and Twitter is all mountain biking’s fault!
This is how I bathe now.
Well Hello Tumblr!
Sorry, Tumblr. I decided to make meaningful athletic goals and train a million hours a week to reach them. I just couldn’t keep up with you and Twitter anymore…at least not everyday. Looks like months for you though…my bad. I miss you. Here is what I’ve been doing:
Those of you who have hung in there in my absence…thanks. Hope all is well with everyone. Buh bye.
It’s a time-honored tradition at Navy homecomings – one lucky sailor is chosen to be first off the ship for the long-awaited kiss with a loved one.
Today, for the first time, the happily reunited couple was gay.
The dock landing ship Oak Hill has been gone for nearly three months, training with military allies in Central America.
As the homecoming drew near, the crew and ship’s family readiness group sold $1 raffle tickets for the first kiss. Petty Officer 2nd Class Marissa Gaeta bought 50 - which is actually fewer than many people buy, she said, so she was surprised Monday to find out she’d won.
Her girlfriend of two years, Petty Officer 3rd Class Citlalic Snell, was waiting when she crossed the brow.
They kissed. The crowd cheered. And with that, another vestige of the policy that forced gays to serve in secrecy vanished.
By Corinne Reilly
© December 21, 2011
Don’tchu go dyin’ on me!
There are two ways to die in life. One by really dying as the definition states and the other is the moment you take life too seriously. The moment life isn’t fun anymore the moment you start changing to fit inside the box other’s have made for you - both subparts of taking life too serious. I hope someday I can help those who have died/are dying in this way. If I can bring to their life some humor, some fun, and show them that being a responsible adult, at whatever age, does not mean you have to lose your youthfulness, then I will have completed what I truly believe is my life’s underlying mission.
DAMN YOU, TUMBLR
Always suckin’ me back in and shit. Just like your whore of a 3rd cousin, Twitter. But you’re much harder to ignore because you’re cuter and got bigger boobs.