Let me rephrase. Would it display my intentions too much if i walked all the way across my office and into the bathroom carrying my book
i called her out for picking her nose in public and he still wonders why i don't like her!
Dude someone is playing the piano in the other room while I shit and it's making it really peaceful
and she was grinding on the wall, purring at guys she liked at the pregame...
you're like that jamaican tarat card reading chick... only with herpes
Maybe not, but you have to admit watching him get hit by the car was gratifying
So the night ended when we tried making fireworks out of gunpowder and oregano. You can figure out how that went.
I don't know what's more sad. The fact that I'm genuinely impressed about being sober for a whole 3 days or the fact that I want to get wasted in celebration.
Worrying about "What smells like cat pee?" is so much easier than worrying about "What am I doing with my life?"
I left for five minutes and Chris wound up half in women's clothes, half naked. And the naked half was covered in shamrock stickers.
How drunk do you guys plan on getting?
We wrote our addresses on our arms for the cab driver, what do you think?
Look, if a guy shows up at your house. He's short, name is Logan, has weird vertical hair, let him in, give him food, and a place to stay. He's on a ver important mission. And I am he. as he is me and we are all together. And we are the eggman, goo goo gajoob.
That dick was not the dick of a twenty year old
I'll be perfectly honest; there are times other guys have consented to have sex with me because of my punctuation.
Forget about letting a 70-year-old man suck on my tits for coke... telling my new boyfriend about it was the poor life choice.
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