were not allowed back there because i puked on the waitresses foot while trying to order another round. for myself.
We're 3 acts into this drag show and we've already run out of Lady Gaga songs.
We can talk tomorrow when we're both alert. My mind is somewhere else right now.
Where's it at?
In your pants.
he said the way to his heart was through his stomach, i told him if he wanted to eat my food he had to eat my kitty
smooth operator
All he said was "Yeah, there's a lot of air down there. And penis."
I found out why they kept calling her "CD". It was short for "Crab Dip". You're fucked.
I don't know. I was also picked up by the doormen and held over the bar so I could do an upside down shot out of a bartenders tits.
Maybe is for pussies. We only say yes in this household
I'm mailing you cans of corn and that's final.
i just got referred to as "the Loch Ness Cockster". God bless my Scottish heritage.
Nothing says Happy Holidays like sending a picture of your ass to the wrong manager.
He kept squeezing my butt and telling me how smart I was
The best thing about this time of year is that all I have to do is add a random mardi gras decoration to my cart full of alcohol and boom, no more judging
Will Smith has a direct hotline to my emotions
Emergency thong? Check! Suspension bondage is a go!
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