So in our children's lit class, some jackass little boy had gone thru the where's waldo book and circled waldo. I realize you would have been that kid.
drinking out of a sandbucket again
Only I could do what I did last night and feel perfectly ok working around children the next day
I feel like today should be a " im going to have sex with you cause its raining and theres nothing else to do" kinda day
Never ever ever ever ever ever give your number to a 30 year old at buffalo wild wings. Ever ever ever.
if she didnt wantt to be febrezed, she shouldnt have smelled so desperate.
the bruise you left on my ass looks like africa. the other just looks like a hand.
I know it basically makes me the worst feminist ever, but I don't want to kill my own spiders. And I will pay my personal spider hit man with sammiches and unlimited , uninhibited access to my vagina.
I think I will always strangely appreciate as well as kick ass at stoned dishes. Like for the rest of my life. Thank you slave job at Starbucks.
Please tell me how the stripper got back to Sarah's from the trailer park
Welcome to the club of "Sick of cleaning up actual shit." We meet on the 3rd Sunday of each month. Bring your ceremonial viking helmet.
Self reach around competition is what the Olympics has been missing all along. A true test of athleticism.
Did you happen to find my bra? I'm pretty sure I still had it on before we left that bar
ARE YOU OKAY?
Physically? Yes. Morally? No.
Your dad was just slow dancing with the priest and holding a beer. Classic
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