all we need is a web designer
and a bunch of prostitutes
NEWSFLASH - my freind is drunk and admitted that he hates having sex with dogs. should i help him or let him be??
He also left me a wonderful voice mail..... and is now asking me where the planters peanut guy is.
You should probably go find him.
even in my darkest moments, having another person eat my jizz would make me smile
I realized today that I should stop thinking so much with my vagina instead of my brain.
Please tell me this doesn't mean another "surprise road trip" where I spend all my money on gas and the SURPRISE destination is the abortion clinic.
But what if I pay for the gas?
How was the bike ride?
Nope. High in the basement. Fruit cups.
Are you pissed because you didn't get action, or the fact i got boned twice in public places tonight?
I apologize for forcing you to look at my boob when we were high. It was uncalled for
and i fell asleep on top of a grilled cheese sandwich. not the best decision. but not the worst.
There's a mouse. In the house. By the cans. With some pans. Release the cat. To eat his hat. Sorry about the mess. Of my breakfest.
No but seriously, there's a fucking mouse in the house by the beer cans
I smell like gasoline and adventure.
I make one hell of a fire on Ambien. Other life choices not so much. But fire. Fire I can do.
There should be an open time period where you show each other your goods and it's totally socially acceptable to bail.
I wholeheartedly concur
Thanks for launching me off you reverse cowgirl. I think I chipped a tooth.
Sometimes I get confused on who I really actually know and who's lives I just know everything about via internet. Its a fine line
It was get out of line and go pee and get no beef briskit. Or stay in line, pee my pants, but have beef briskit. I really wanted my beef briskit
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