I'm dying of laughter over "chub rub."
From which I suffer.
'Serenity'
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I'm dying of laughter over "chub rub."
From which I suffer.
I'm dying of laughter over "chub rub."
It really is one of those perfect phrases. Sadly.
Body Glide is indeed it, and it is the bomb. "Chub rub" is the best phrase EVAR.
Actually it was spray.
Huh. Well, if it works, that's all that matters. Although, now I'm dying to know the why of it. I can speculate, but I'd probably be wrong.
Ok.
When I find out who the *fuck* turned the heat up to "BLAZING CIRCLE OF HELL", I'ma hafta cut a bitch and turn them into an air conditioner.
Weight Control Instant Oatmeal:
Emeline has a new fascination with monsters. As such, she runs around the house, fingers curled into teeny pink nail polish tipped talons, growling, "Rooar! Rooar!" at which you are to shriek in terror and cover your face.
Just now, Joe was not playing his part as he should have been and was reprimanded.
"Rooooar! Roooar!"
t cricket
"DADDY!" t foot stamp "I SAID 'ROOOAR! ROOOAR!'"
Speaking of hot...Pssst, Aimee
Hee. Nothing too exciting, just racing out of the house and realizing that on a day like today steps needed to be taken re the chub rub.
Not Aimee, but....
... was I talking just now?
That picture made me want to shriek in terror. It looks like the poor guy has been possessed. Or dispossessed.