Apparently tackling a bar stool and crashing to the floor while yelling for 6 shots of whiskey won't get you thrown out on St Pattys Day.
conquered wheelchair sex. it's rather convenient. you'd think it was made for it, with all those handles and adjustable features.
That's because you're a slut. A slut fucking a fence.
she showed up with nothing but olive garden breadsticks in her purse.
I don't go on dates. I watch tv and play with dicks. dinner is a situation.
We left the bar in 2 bicycle cabs. It cost thirty bucks and they took us to the wrong hotel. When we finally made it to the right one we ended up in a room with three randos from alaska. Jammed out with them for like an hour. Those inuits are good guitar players
I'm confident that their children would come out as 100% authentic rats
If I don't have the money by then, I'll pay you in sex.
It's going to be 23.5 times of sex and 19 blow jobs. I just googled it.
New rule for Thursdays: no high gymnastics
I can no longer play with you. I puked on my feet in the shower. I'm too old for this.
All I remember is receiving a lap dance to slow motion.
I pour the whiskey from now on
What is your friends name that I hooked up with? ....I think j found his credit card under my bed
I'm shrooming way too hard to deal with your bullshit at this particular point in time
I will not go because I am a man of my word and of my penis.
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