That's your vagina. No one goes out and burns it
from now on my penis is your penis
So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
Things on my life to do list: hold a pound of marijuana. Check.
so chris just stuck his hand between rachel's legs and yelled 'TROUT!' and we were like...you're wasted
That's cool how's he been?
He got hit in the face with a beer bottle so he has two black eyes and 13 stitches.. He hasnt changed much.
I think they were cool with it, they should have know if I was the host of the baby shower it was going to involve a keg and jager shots.
when you wake up in a apartment hallway wearing someone else's shoes, you can pretty much assume last night was a success.
I feel like I have to sign a death waver before I have sex with him...
I'm mortified. After he finished, he turned to me and said,"So, what did you think of my mom?" WTF Please tell me he was not wondering about that while he was going down on me!!!
I think I'd be more bothered by his cross dressing if I wasn't secretly into women..,
In the mean time, I'll continue to kick ass at running and become a successful stripper while he might hook up with one average looking girl he met at a club. I so win.
If the fate of the world hinged on some chubby girl getting laid, the president would dispatch me with a fifth of Jameson immediately and then rest easy.
I miss the days where our biggest worries were who was gonna win battle shits.
I'll just give him your contact info, and you'll somehow manage to get laid. Which will make me feel like your vagina's agent or something.
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