Skip Greektown and come to Geektown. I just want to cuddle.
Ooooh. That's not a mole. Uncomfortable.
whatever sunny in Philadelphia does on Thursday nights, I'm doing all weekend.
I realized today that I should stop thinking so much with my vagina instead of my brain.
Please tell me this doesn't mean another "surprise road trip" where I spend all my money on gas and the SURPRISE destination is the abortion clinic.
But what if I pay for the gas?
Is it just me, or does Colt McCoy look like Herbie the Dentist from "Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer"?
Keep in mind that he's 43, unemployed and living with his parents. There's really not much we could do to make his life worse.
Are you alive?
I googled "I don't want to vomit anymore," and "how to rip out your uvula," at 9 am this morning, but I'm still here. Uvula and all.
It was like I was playing the clarinet on his penis. And I just kept saying I'm sorry.
Would "deck the halls with penises " be an appropriate event title? I know peni is the plural but flow of the tongue as well
I just sold my hat for three car bombs. I call that a win.
Oh. My. God. You texted my mom "IM BACK BITCHES!"
He's a doctor now.. hope he can cure his small dick
Meh, all I have to do tomorrow is proctor an AP test. No loud noises and no physical activity allowed for almost 4 hours. Sounds like the perfect recovery period for a hangover.
Having sex with him is like eating mayo. Don't think about it, just do it. It's worth it.
This weekend I was almost blinded by a cumshot to the eye, so happy Labor Day I guess
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