sHiIiIiT i DoN’t KnOw MaN, i NeVeR tHoUgHt AbOuT mY tAvBrO tHaT wAy
SlOw, PrObAbLy, To GeT hIm UsEd tO iT aNd OpEn HiM uP, uNtIl He TeLlS mE iT’s OkAy To Go FaStEr
FuCk He’D pRoBaBlY lOoK CuTe As HeLl, aNd He’D bE eAsY aS fUcK tO jUsT fOlD uP aNd HoLd AgAiNsT tHe WaLl WhIlE i dO mY tHiNg
sHiT bRoThEr I CaN’T kEeP tAlKiNg AbOuT tHiS sTuFf iT’s FoR rEaL mAkIn Me FeEl AlL wEiRD
The fun has been doubled!
It’s a modern classic.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING, SEXTING?
I’M WATCHING YOU SEXT.
I WATCH YOU EVERY TIME YOU SEXT.
IT’S FUNNY. YOU GET SO RED.
… PLUS YOU BLUSH.
We’re a culture. Not a costume.
Some Bollywood film and serial makers portray Bengali (yea I am) as a Dhuti or Sharee (red and white) wearing caricature, who speaks Hindi a filthy way. To those fucking anti-culture idiots, I wish to tell that from the first Nobel to the first Oscar or any other recognition for India in any field, is symbolized with a Bengali. So shut the fuck up, We’re the culture of enlightenment, not a costume.
The Times’ Jessica Gelt waxes poetic on alcohol-infused ice cream over on the Daily Dish.
Photo: Drunken Udder alcohol-infused ice cream. Credit: Jessica Gelt
Hundreds of surfers pay their respects during a memorial paddle-out for Sean Collins, 59, of Seal Beach, on the south side of the Huntington Beach Pier. Collins was a pioneering wave forecaster for surfline.com who died Dec. 26 of a heart attack.
Photo credit: Allen J. Schaben / Los Angeles Times
Bennett on Thanksgiving Part 1