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What’s the fucking point?
What’s the fucking point?
Some things are better left fictional.
The future is nigh.
Trying to escape that heat.
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No it’s a flying dickhead!
Surprise, surprise.
Enjoy your trip?
“Ain’t nobody fucking my wife.”
Time to get those brain juices flowing.
Even his lookalike’s causing trouble.
“I felt like eating knives and I ate them.”
Some things are hard to swallow.
Shocking by her standards, anyway.
Mr Trump, your pants are on fire.
After all, you are what you eat.
Politicians will do just about anything these days to grasp the attention of the wandering millennial.
Not quite a happy ending he was after.
Why are you even getting involved?
Egg and cress sandwiches can do one.
His Beliebers will be happy.
As if we needed another excuse to order pizza.
“You wanna do that freaky shit?!”