If you shit in the sink at exactly 4:20 am and yell โamogusโ 69 times
If you shit in the sink at exactly 4:20 am and yell โamogusโ 69 times,a shadowy figured called mom will come to beat you up and you will wake up in a place called the orphanage
If you shit in the sink at exactly 4:20 am and yell โamogusโ 69 times,a shadowy figured called mom will come to beat you up and you will wake up in a place called the orphanage
Natalie Portman is the reason I work out
Natalie Portman is the reason I work out. I have this fantasy where we start talking at the Vanity Fair Oscars party bar. We exchange a few pleasantries. She asks what I do. I say I loved her in New Girl. She laughs. I get my drink.
"Well, see ya," I say and walk away. I've got her attention now. How many guys voluntarily leave a conversation with Natalie Portman? She touches her neck as she watches me leave.
Later, as the night's dragged on and the coterie of gorgeous narcissists grows increasingly loose, she finds me on the balcony, my bowtie undone, smoking a cigarette.
"Got a spare?" she asks.
"What's in it for me?" I say as I hand her one of my little white ladies. She smiles.
"Conversation with me, duh."
I laugh.
"What's so funny?" she protests.
"Nothing, nothing... It's just... don't you grow tired of the egos?"
"You get used to it," she says, lighting her cigarette and handing me back the lighter.
"What would you do if you weren't an actress?" I ask.
"Teaching, I think."
"And if I was your student, what would I be learning?"
"Discipline," she says quickly, looking up into my eyes, before changing the subject. "Where are you from?"
"Bermuda," I say.
"Oh wow. That's lovely."
"It's ok," I admit. "Not everything is to my liking."
"What could possibly be not to your liking in Bermuda?" she inquires.
"I don't like sand," I tell her. "It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere."
Natalie Portman is the reason I work out. I have this fantasy where we start talking at the Vanity Fair Oscars party bar. We exchange a few pleasantries. She asks what I do. I say I loved her in New Girl. She laughs. I get my drink.
"Well, see ya," I say and walk away. I've got her attention now. How many guys voluntarily leave a conversation with Natalie Portman? She touches her neck as she watches me leave.
Later, as the night's dragged on and the coterie of gorgeous narcissists grows increasingly loose, she finds me on the balcony, my bowtie undone, smoking a cigarette.
"Got a spare?" she asks.
"What's in it for me?" I say as I hand her one of my little white ladies. She smiles.
"Conversation with me, duh."
I laugh.
"What's so funny?" she protests.
"Nothing, nothing... It's just... don't you grow tired of the egos?"
"You get used to it," she says, lighting her cigarette and handing me back the lighter.
"What would you do if you weren't an actress?" I ask.
"Teaching, I think."
"And if I was your student, what would I be learning?"
"Discipline," she says quickly, looking up into my eyes, before changing the subject. "Where are you from?"
"Bermuda," I say.
"Oh wow. That's lovely."
"It's ok," I admit. "Not everything is to my liking."
"What could possibly be not to your liking in Bermuda?" she inquires.
"I don't like sand," I tell her. "It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere."
twitchquotes:Yeah, Iโm a smash player. Along with that I know many things that most donโt know about these communities. Melee isnโt part of the actual smash community and Iโm not saying that because I donโt like them. Iโm saying that based off of years of research.
Yeah, Iโm a smash player. Along with that I know many things that most donโt know about these communities. Melee isnโt part of the actual smash community and Iโm not saying that because I donโt like them. Iโm saying that based off of years of research.
FLIP THAT TABLE
(โฏยฐโกยฐ)โฏ๏ธต โปโโป FLIP THAT TABLE.
โปโโป ๏ธต ใฝ(ยฐโกยฐใฝ) FLIP THIS TABLE.
โปโโป ๏ธต ๏ผผ\('0')/๏ผ ๏ธต โปโโป FLIP ALL THE TABLES
เฒ _เฒ Son... เฒ _เฒ Put. เฒ __เฒ The tables. เฒ ___เฒ Back.
(โฎยฐ-ยฐ)โฎโณโโณ
(โฏยฐโกยฐ)โฏ๏ธต โปโโป NEVER!!!!