When two enormous African Americans rub their gross titties together and smother each other with chocolate syrup and make bird and lizard noises like the blue footed booby from the Galapagos while having inter course with a chocolate syrup bottle as a strap on
He is unique, special and can’t be described by words. He could be a doctor, neurosurgeon or work in a theatre or supply chain. It’s impossible to win an argument with Ganapathi. He could do whatever he wants whenever he wants. In 4 letters we can describe him as BOSS and in seven letters you can call him as PLAYBOY. He is a God.
The end of days, brought about by a radio station accidentally playing all of Lady Gaga's hit singles in a row. Fashionably dressed zombies willdance in the streets to catchy synth-pop beats, and will only eat brains in the most ironic and symbolic of ways.
We got close to a Gagapocalypse yesterday. The local top-40 station played Poker Face, Bad Romance, Alejandro and Telephone one-after-the-other. Thank goodness the next song was Taylor Swift, or we'd be overrun by Little Monsters.
An Anti-Epileptic drug taken for nerve pain and seizures. It's also the *pain* medicine doctors all over the US are chucking out to patients like candy, when they don't want to prescribe anything good. Makes you feel like your drunk and dumb.
Dude, I just took two gabapentins and I feel loopy and wasted as shit.
And not a good type of loopy and wasted like shit. Like... sloppy wasted.