dude, my own friends sent me home from a party last night. real cool assholes. real cool
Why do you proceed to call me "Queen La Queefah?"
i just rolled a joint on the giving tree. that book has given me so much.
i remember getting really pissed off when you wouldn't let me sleep in the garage with your cat.
We have a hundred jello shots. Lines will be crossed.
Hey, i turned the toilet into a water fountain. Drink up.
You were so drunk last night you thought you force pushed the automatic door open.
I'd recommend you leave that level of crazy to the experts. I'd start with an under appreciated soccer mom if I were you.
I was thinking that, but I'm not sure the proper etiquette on asking about someone's nipple rings. Even if you did see them and compliment them once.
She thinks I'm afraid I'm gonna get caught in one of my lies and some of the girls I'm fucking will find out about each other. But it would be a relief to offload a few from the old crop and work in a few newbies into the rotation. The organization could use some new blood.
The night got interesting when the random guy next to us handed us a bottle of champagne and the rest of his ciroc bottle. When we asked why he did it, he proceeded to point at his friend who face planted the floor.
Remember Christopher who always sends me pictures of his penis? Look to your right, boy in the blue.
I'm doing an Uber ride of shame in a red, white and blue bikini top and America shorts. Good for me.
Please clarify that he is speaking of beer pong and not rough sex
You’ll lick BBQ off my cock but no ketchup on a hotdog?
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