I was told to ask you about memoirs of a geisha.
I searched the house and found a small bottle of sherry which is probably as old as I am, has prob gone off and tastes like shit. I don't care any more. It has come to this.
I can hear her blowing you man. All I hear is her saying 'yeah' over and over again.
Glad we went casual last night, made my 1pm walk of shame through Walmart a little less obvious
Vague recollection of me ripping your shirt off at the bar... I hope I asked first, otherwise that's real rude.
Hypothetical question. Say I was bleeding profusely, close to your house, and needed a place to go to clean up and perform minor surgery on myself. Like now.
I'm not sure what is worse, the fact that Hoffman doesn't sell vodka before 9am or that I was trying to buy vodka at 8:30am.
Nothing like drunkenly buying a pregnancy test at 8 am to get out and realize your nip was out the whole time.
And they're not making a turkey. My cousin was "hoping to shoot a bird this week"
So apparently I twerked on my coworkers last night. One month at the new job n I guess this is how I'm getting to know people
now acid just makes me think of crab ragoon
It's not a walk of shame if you run
How high?! We watched paid programming for 45 minutes before we realized it wasn't just a long commercial. So pretty high. The Bionic fish finder looks promising, though.
Lets get a boat first.
My conscious state is steadily increasing towards drunkenness.
My Mini-Van Handjob Milf is leaving the company. I need to find a new job. I can’t handle this place without those handjobs
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