To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
Do you think red sox nation has an official powerpoint template/memo format for resignations of manny support, bandwagon applications, and other official business?
sounds like you fell off the wagon.
fuck falling off. at this point, the wagon is a dot on the horizon.
he literaly had industrial grade plastic underneth his blankets
what's not responsible about a pool full of beer?
You're like the curious george of whores
come find me. Outside the bar we were just in waving my syringe in the air
after that, he'll be sure to remember me. i'll probably forget him, but that's the way it should be.
Your either lost or getting food, if your lost find me a girl on your way back, if your getting food grab me a double cheese
Brown or brunette? Ketchup or mustard?
I love you bro
I just set a bowl of cap n crunch on fire. That high.
I just dropped a paperclip into my cleavage while talking to the company president... That's an awkward moment.
Did you at least offer to let him get it out??
I don't think that calm, have their shit together people actually exist.
Have you ever got so drunk that you tasted the future?
He told me I smelled like peanut butter, pepperoni, and pure unbrieldled passion.
"keg stand!" on a roof abruptly turned into "call the medics"
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