You can't just say things like "great depression theme party" and then not respond.
The saltiness of my tears mix perfectly with the tequila.
You just kept yelling, "THAT'S THE POWER OF PINESOL, BABY!"
Things I can say. There is a photo of me pouring whipped cream into a midgets mouth.
Last I saw him was around 10 this morning. He was passed out on the porch with his head under the barbeque cover and there were cups of orange juice around him as well as loose tobacco spread everywhere. Good luck getting a hold of him.
I want to throw pennies on her stage, or just ripping up a dollor bill and throw them one at a time.
are we fucking for lunch or am I using my vibrator ?
Fair warning birthday party last night avoid kitchen & upstairs bathroom if you value your remaining sanity
she is like a cock bee. instead of going from flower to flower she goes from cock to cock
Hurry up I'm getting mooned by a hobo
I maxed out my credit card last night on powdered donuts and beef jerky
My boss and I ended up at the same strip club. We both got lap dances while talking about work.
Come over.
Look lady I can't have sex with you EVERY day. I have things to do.
I believe the only reason I am slightly functional right now is the leftover drugs in my nose that I keep sniffing
All I remember was you telling him there was something behind him so he would turn around and you could slide down his carpeted stairs on your belly without a shirt on. How's that carpet burn btw?
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