Who was more unwelcome: The two of us at the party last night, or Kimmy Gibler at the Tanner residence?
He's eating a cream cheese sandwich. He's obviously distressed.
She said, "I don't really go out much, but my husband recently cheated on me" and I don't remember anything after that.
There're making snowcones with the leftover vodka from last night. This is not the time to be making up excuses!
I haven't gone out since the baby was born. If I don't get arrested, in a fight, or both I'm going to be super pissed.
High gym went like this: I went to Dairy Queen instead.
Clearly the ONLY reason why you were voted employee of the month is because of your upside-down beer funneling skills.
I am naked in a blanket sprawled on my bed eating a pastry. This is all I want out of life. Ever.
I made out with about ten people last night. And four of them were just on the way to my car from the bar. And one was my roommate.
I know, but the fabulousness of my baggies should not be what defines my business as a drug dealer.
A dude was barking out of one of the buildings so I barked back and he goes, "Oh shit! She barked back! Come to room 803 I'll fuck you!"
Only you would get a side of potential vagina with your sandwich
My apologies. I'll try not to let my dick interfere with official work duties in the future.
Please explain the hospital band on my wrist.
Then, even the devil himself would be scared of us. And we'd be bestfriends with Jesus. He would love us.
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