so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
If burritos were dicks, we'd have a serious relationship problem on our hands. Just saying.
She stuck a Big Gulp bend-y straw up his ass to see if he could handle anal.
Ew, and?!
Well he couldn't and the deal was he had to drink something using it afterwards.
separated laundry into 'got laid' and 'didn't get laid' piles.
And for the fourth year in a row Christmas has ended in tears, yelling and me drinking. This is officially our longest running Christmas tradition.
This shit I'm taking feels like I've eaten every burrito in the world and chased that with an aquarium of hot sauce.
So for future reference.... it's a little unnerving when I can't get hold of you, and the last communication we had was, "Oh fuck... It's tequila"
he sent me a pic of his dick and balls out with sunglasses over them like a face. i was at dinner.
do you still have it? i kinda want to see.
Matt you can be anything you want to be. Including the awesome guy that brings pizza to a bunch of stoned and sorta drunk kids.
'go have sex with her' ddoes not count as wingman
Then my perve supervisor asked about your vagina. And I was like nunya, but its glorious
U touched your head and and said "oh look blood" and then looked at me and touched my face... And said war paint
i love it when bitches who pick on you in high school get fat. thank you facebook you have made my day.
There are two guys here arguing over Pearl jam and Nirvana. 1991 wants its argument back.
We’ve got a propane heater on our back porch if you want to come over and eat a McRib in peace
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