check it out our google latitudes are spooning
the only difference between me and a prostitute was that i complained a lot more.
You kept telling that ginger girl, "it's not your fault, it's not your fault, it's not your fault."
I sat down with you and helped you write your will last night. I was THAT convinced that you weren't waking up.
I transported a midget tonight. He got beat up by another, midgetier midget. Is it bad that this is what makes me feel compassion after 15 years of being a paramedic?
Midgetier?
Smaller, yet meaner.
I seem to have forgotten that I am wearing a one piece bathing suit under my clothes
he has a party story that rivals our "PTSD- soldier-with-a-knife" party story. I'm pretty sure this is part of some prophecy.
That tingly feeling you're experiencing in your lady parts is my mustache. All the ladies of America are waking up feeling the same thing. You're welcome.
I woke up with my wool blanket soaking wet on the dorm room floor, and my sweatshirt hanging on the shower door down the hall. So basically my camp-out-in-the-bathroom idea didn't turn out as planned
Go to the bar. Find a girl. Ask if she can cook. Tell her you have a guitar at home. Ask her if she wants to see it. Bring her home. Sleep with her. Tell her it's your birthday in the morning. Enjoy your made with lust breakfast.
you must be at least a level 5 friend to unlock my sexual orientation
DUDE FUCK CALL ME SHE HAS GRANDKIDS
Got my client divorced finally. He was even awarded the cat ashes. Yep I went to law school for this.
But at least i made friends with the nice lesbian cop. She knew i was her kind when she had to confiscate my rainbow/pride rolling papers.
No I'm not lying to you. I'm just not telling you the whole story. There's a massive difference.
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