Getting high on the stoop of a brownstone in the middle oh harlem. Doesn't get much more hey arnold than this.
The best part was her genuine shock and total "I didn't know" look when we said she couldn't cook a steak in a microwave.
You stressed the importance of not breaking the seal too early... and then proceeded to piss your pants when you sneezed.
I hate nights where "I found my underwear" can be considered a victory.
Only I could do what I did last night and feel perfectly ok working around children the next day
have the fact that the early bird is danced upon by the prettiest strippers be your motivation
If you have a glass table... Put it up. I don't wanna hurt myself again, I just got my stitches out...
I took my exam the next day still drunk and failed, but I kno for a fact that I filled in the bubbles for my name perfectly
This essay is so getting done. I am spurred on by thoughts of test-driving your newly shaven face by sitting on it as soon as humanly possible.
There are very few times i will succumb to laying naked on my bathroom floor. But lastnight is a resonable enough cause.
Need you on the dancefloor. Hungry and lonely.
I like how zombie Abe Lincoln and hooking up with a girl were on your same thought process.
I consider my hand a solid 5. So if I'm dipping below a 7.5, I might as well go with old faithful.
I want my tombstone to read "making poor life decisions since 1993"
I just started an apology with "so I'm sorry about throwing the Brita at your head last night..."
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