how was the sex?
he smelled like pickles and burnt hair.
well, there's that.
hows that letter of apology to the waitress at waffle house coming?
Someone carved 'Hank' in all caps in the snow outside my apartment building so naturally I turned the capital H into a K and added an S to the front.
I think college has really matured you.
i was taking the test and had to adjust my boner and my teacher thought i was cheating or something
He adopted an old drug sniffing dog so that he won't lose his weed around the house anymore. It works.\n
You tried to call "time out" during the sobriety test.
I actually don't know if I can stand up. I just know better than to try
Also, am I the only one who noticed he didn't fuck you until after you were technically a cripple? Or am I reading into this too much? Congrats on that btw
So high I started thinking my desktop picture of a cat was too erotic for the workplace.
Ok here's the state of the situation: We're alone in a strange city with strange people with nothing but alcohol and sprite, I think we're gonna make it.
Oh! You were the one walking around cradling the bottle of Fireball all night!
Why am I sticky / covered in baby Tylonel?
Update: He still has devil magic genitals.
MDMA, margaritas, mashed potatoes and ice cream aren't keto Kristin
Imp drunk. It'd free popcorn tuedday I love life.
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