no, there's no challenge. I live a humble lifestyle out of virtue.
You wear Armani Exchange.
We argued about the championship during sex. Absolutely the manliest moment of my life.
the sad thing is, im pretty sure she was serious about giving me head for my falafel
It can't be good... The last recollection I have is singing lullabys to his penis
Not till Sunday. I'm going to sleep in my car. And I know. This place is insane. Blood on the stAirs 5 dollar slices of pizza. A girl on our floor had a stroke.
Hey, next time you have sex, flick his balls, and tell him "thats for getting spit in jennifer's eye and laughing about it."
We just leapfrogged all the way to the bar.
The moral of the story is do not hire me because everything will end up smelling like pickles and I will not sufficiently clean it up.
BTW the amount of schmoozing I am doing towards some guy for an ID that may or may not look like you... You better love me.
I got to see some gay bartender let a girl with daddy issues whip Travis in the balls with his own belt. Totally worth it.
GO RIDE HIS EYEBROWS INTO THE SUNSET
How did i get home and why am i wearing someone elses shorts?
1. Not sure how 2. You showed up naked, we had to dress you.
Dude you came into the room last night soak and wet and told me you just took a shit in the shower
If I shall die, I wish to bequeath to you my personal library, my sigma tau delta presidency and all it's apparel, and a puppy.
So I figured it out. There's two types of shitters. Moaners and grunters. And on occasion there's a third. It's the ill fabled grunt moaner.
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