moral of the story: I'm going to stab everyone
I just was on a 20min team conference call where I didn't speak, I used a Gus Johnson soundboard online to answer questions asked to me...the highlight of 2010
I found a sock full of anal beads in my dryer. At least she washes them.
I feel like I was just dunked in a tub of beer and then thrown in a giant dryer with rocks in it.
When are you not under some influence?
Since last Tuesday...yesterday.
I was basically shocked at how calmly you accepted my violently shoving a french fry in your mouth.
Trial is expected to last a fucking week if I get chosen.
To be fair, you are the kind of person I want to be on the jury when I inevitably end up in front of one.
Come back I feel like I ticking time bomb of
of drugs
I smell like lime and condoms and I really want a waffle. Fuk
Pulled a muscle in my back masturbating. But still listed as probable.
If you don't come home and fuck me soon I'm walking over there naked and dragging you home by your penis
She's just a lonely cunt and i hope she stays that way for the rest of her fucking life.
This seems like an over reaction to someone eating your fries.
Also I just had a pointless meeting and the only thing I accomplished were my kegals
I don't think it's a coincidence that the day I just happen to do the splits at the gym I come back with 7 guys' phone numbers.
Throwing up in a storm drain... Not my finest moment.
But my shoes looked boss
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