If I was Danny Tanner and my wife died and left me with three kids I would hire a nanny rather than bringing in the sexually promiscuos uncle with a fetish for leather and rebellion and my obviously mentally ill (possibly gay) best friend Joey, who has never had a girlfriend and consistently talks in cartoon voices... a nanny is just a better choice
It was like a mary poppins bag, except a sexual mary poppins bag.
Espresso. Can't sleep. Love puppies
I dont ever wanna see you tell my little brother to "spread the seed" ever again
well, if it gives you any insight into how crazy it was, i am currently wikipediaing "anullment"
It was all fun and games until Tim shit on the end table
I keep having to talk dad out of putting tequila in the milkshakes.
it was really awkward..i thought he had two dicks, but later realized it was jsut his roommate
i think you ate grass..but you refused to open your mouth so we could see..
I wiped my blood on their walls screaming "IT'S NOT MY SECURITY DEPOSIT!"
I tried telling the cop that I don't do drugs, and that if he'd just take me home I could prove it by showing him my D.A.R.E. certificate.
I'm imaging you naked, covered in butter. And I gotta say, I'm not impressed.
So much Jack, so little girl.
We should have a mid-burrito sex-break, too. Just so we don't get too full all at once
Good point.
my mom talks about my drinking like its a problem and yet this morning she fills me a solo cup with champagne for the shower.
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