So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
Dude, you just left me a 3 minute voicemail of pop rocks in your mouth. Im sitting right next you
You don't understand, Single Ladies is like the Don't Stop Believing of the gay community.
probably shouldnt have written that paper while wasted, its starts with once upon a time
i tried to stop you but you kept shouting "two birds with one stone!"
She was that classic mixture between "Hell no" and "Why the fuck not."
Sleepwalking naked until I was 12 made it so much easier to get away with drinking at moms now.
I feel like I could be a daytime drinking legend, like they could put that shit on my tombstone and right now your preventing me from reaching my full potential
They have a guy from new zealand living under their stairs.. they don't charge him rent. He just buys food and booze and bartends their house parties.
I feel like I had eight dicks in my mouth
They sext over her pic comments. Role playing as wolves.
we made it to hole 3 and then just sat down on the fairway and finished off our case....cheered on other golfers as we let them play through.
I miss forts and drugs that made me believe in unicorns...
I just want the relationship Bob and Linda Belcher have- is that too much to ask?!
When Ben was deep throating pickles last night I actually reconsidered our relationship
And I mean really who loses their phone in a tree
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