Just threw up at the table during our Father's Day dinner. And I managed to get quite a bit on dad, so that was nice.
You're the host. Of course you wear the diaper. It's like wearing the pants.
You kept saying thank you to the automatic toilet as it flushed your puke.
Well I'm just gonna sit here naked in this chair and whatever happens happens
ok perfect im about to bedazzle our mini keg named hans. he is ready to rage
I will start puting down the plastic for the vom in our love chamber. If you want to be something or someone else for the night feel free. The theme is shit show.
I'm there.
I'm getting flash backs of last night. They're coming in song form.
ARE YOU GOING TO SACRIFICE YOUR LIFE FOR MCDONALDS HASHRBOWNS
Until she magically finds a brain, I'm going to be a dick. Fair trade. She's a idiot, I'm an ass.
Can I just skip the lesson I have planned for tomorrow and just teach my students about Prohibition using my impending hangover?
This is why american education is failing
If there's one thing I learned yesterday, it's that if I really wanted to I could be mayor of Toronto.
He stumbled out of the bathroom with his pants around his ankles yelling "tie my shooes!"
He is a sweet angel sent from dick heaven!
You wanna see what happens when frozen corn meets an unhappy Andrew's face?
I want to start a guest book for my bed room so when dudes leave they can write a review
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