My daughters love Legos, and my son won't touch them.
And my son loves dolls. (and not just ripping their limbs off)
He also loves kicking ass and taking names, but still...
Touch that boy's pony and you'll learn about his mighty fist of justice.
My daughters love Legos, and my son won't touch them.
And my son loves dolls. (and not just ripping their limbs off)
He also loves kicking ass and taking names, but still...
Touch that boy's pony and you'll learn about his mighty fist of justice.
Everyone knows it's pokemen.
I think I already got it all. My mom came over and just dumped out a huge bag. I love the bumble bee onsies!
I didn't think of it like that. Genius!
Well, yeah, sometimes. I'm not opposed to cute things, just the idea that your genitals determine what things you're supposed to enjoy.
That baby would look better in Leia's slave outfit.
...wait, what?
Pokemans.Everyone knows it's pokemen.
Looks like poop to me.That cap for that baby Leia costume is horrendous.
I'm lucky because I'm a chick who's into guy things and it's more socially acceptable for chicks to like guy things than the other way around
Guys have the better clothes, too. I do 90% of my clothes shopping in the mens' department. The other 10% is pants because I have a fat butt.
Noooo. Girls clothes are soooo much better than guy clothes! Although I do have a few guy t-shirts!
I don't know; I have just never been into girls clothing or dressing up or that sort of thing. I own one dress which I wear to like... weddings? xD I wear it maybe once every three years. Alongside white socks and sneakers cause it's not like I have anything to match the dress.
You remind me of my cousin more and more each day Pike.
I actually think you could be related, which would then make you related to me. So that's cool.
Guy clothes are much better
Loose pants and shirts for the win!
Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho'(though) the soldiers knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Loose shirts?
This twenty-year-old boy was distinguished from childhood by strange qualities, a dreamer and an eccentric. A girl fell in love with him, and he went and sold her to a brothel...