You're in luck. The brownies don't even have butter, just vege oil
i don't really know how much tequila is too much
I miss vodka workout Fridays
I've decided, even as much fun as it sounds, I don't care for his sodomy box.
Apparently, his doctor was impressed with how well we took care of his leg. We're like the kings of naked triage.
I guess I'm in a committed relationship. We just had shot 1 of 3 of Gardasil. I'm now dead inside.
I'm the brains and you're the boobs of this operation.
I just realized that the thing that smelled like an electrical fire in my house was me.
your fridge is broken, your sock drawer is full of snow, and you flipped off the whole stadium on the big screen. I'd say it went well.
HES DOING PULLUPS BE STILL MY BEATING HEART
He stood me up.
I'm no sure if I should be pissed or proud that he finally grew a backbone.
I woke up without my clothes on covered up with a towel on the floor because for some reason I took a bath in my clothes at 2am.
Look, the coffee machine died a noble death. It was the way it would have wanted to go. It was a mercy exploding, really.
So apparently, after 11 beers, 2 pitchers of sangria and 3 rhum & cokes, the idea of popping a load of MD and jumping on the trampoline, in the woods, in my underwear was the best one ever.
What can i say, my face is nice and my body is just unreal. And my beer pouring/stealing is incredible \n
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