I gotta feeling the economic climate has killed the housewife market
Boobs. All I remember is boobs.
I woke up to them arguing over who would get my morning wood. Oh, and I was dressed as Santa.
we made malted milkshakes. malt as in malt liqour.
And then like 10 minutes later they were taking a bath together. HOW DOES HE DO IT.
may have given a homeless man 70 dollars in exchange for his sandals. so yea, i'm going as jesus for next halloween.
I only made out with him because he cured my hiccups
i can't understand anything he's saying. But he spells alcohol right everytime so i deciphered it.
So, we estimated there is at least 40 pounds of boob in our house.
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.
I put xanax in the cake batter
Did you really? It all makes sense now.
my paper on vitamins just turned into a 2 hour tangent google search on what i should buy to best cure a hangover. I need to stop getting high before homework
ten seconds after he was done making out with the blonde, he rips off his jacket and screamed "Goddamn it, you know I like brunettes"
I have never seen someone so pissed at getting some. i called dibs so fuck him
best eviction party ever.
it wasn't an eviction party you asshole, you just happened to get yourself evicted during the party.
I figured if he was OK cheating on his gf with a guy, he'd be OK with me posting his number to m4m Craigslist Ads
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