I miss Bob Barker.
Yeah, more like Douche Carey...
Oh my god you would drunk register for a marathon.
you made cement angels. it was a great sight.
You stood up gave the stripper 15 ones in a wad, hugged her and then sat back down.
get ready to load up the weird cannon and blow a load of buck-wildness all over the place people
I just want to be able to run around naked and eat grass with no judgments and have people feed me and expect me to sleep all the time.
Face washed and sleeping pill taken. Here's hoping for a more sex filled tomorrow.
Well. At least he's a gentleman. A gentleman satanist.
No, it's ok. He's Greek. To him I'm just a light drinker, not an alcoholic.
you can't get cum all over my hair and then tell me you just want to be friends
it will be just like last year but no clogged toilets and more costumes.
I encourage you to ignore feeling. Drinking more helps
I wish I had a Tina from Bob's Burgers in real life. She would be the best wingman.
Last time I "ran into him" I ended up with the clap and had to explain why the ladder was missing from the garage.
It was just a hint of nipple. I kept it classy!
Do you even hear yourself?
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