we're talking about where were going. or where we stand. but yeah we'll basically be doing it in the hallway so just ignore us
We walked because you started screaming when you finally realized he wasn't Ben Bailey and it wasn't the Cash Cab.
and ill be dreaming of you. not in a creepy way, but in an inappropriate way
Just found a dugout in my rental car glove box. Suddenly my mood is upbeat.
I didn't mean to leave you there I just didn't know him well enough to throw up in his bathroom.
You are NEVER going to guess whose penis was JUST in my mouth!!!
I'll give you a hint, we ate paste with him in kindergarten.
Are we playing "how much awkwardness can we fit in the final 29 hours of 2011"?
yes yes we are. Go do something with super glue. i don't want to win.
Now back to adults eating hotdogs.
I am so excited I do not know how I will sleep.
It's like the Christmas morning of dicks
Went to a wedding reception last night, came home with a Christmas tree and the rest of the keg
Everything is just really out of control. I hear puking from three different parts of the house. Roger has black eye from being punched. Kaiser tried shaving his head, but somehow burned himself. Music is bumping, but everyone is either puking and calling out for help or blacked the fuck out.
Nothing brings compassion from a group of cafe workers like walking in and asking if they have a 'hangover special'
I guess that means I was blowing a nerd last week.
And loving it.
he left a full can of coors light underneath my windshield wiper, like a love note. if that's not husband material, i don't know what is
HIDE THE INFLATABLE PENIS
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