if i had a dollar for every time ive had to piece a night together like they did in "the hangover", i bet i could outsell their weekend box office earnings...
OK...I gotta go get strawberry short cake cakes and knee pads
We're having the conversation about what happened last night, all we can come up with is that we came home, drank two litres of lemonade, I took one of her seizure pills and we fell asleep with sabrina the teenage witch on
She's licking the seat belt now. Feeling a little uncomfortable
it was surprisingly calming to be rocked to sleep by his roommate humping on the bottom bunk
I saw you sitting on top of my car trying to row back home... Did you make it?
Water skiing blazed is the most scary thing I've ever done.
Dude the tree smoked with me. I planted the roach with it and smiled.
His exact words were "Can I meet your vagina?" I kept wondering if he was going to try to shake hands with it...
So his 25th anniversary post of love to his wife was almost verbatim what he said to me last week. Does that mean I win or lose?
I have the overwhelming need to take care of him. Both with my vagina and like emotionally.
Dude, never piss off a hungover boss.
Smoking weed with a blind guy, don't worry he's chill.
All I have in my purse is 10 cents and a plastic ducky.\nI can't explain last night.
I got some blow and a hand job from one of the strippers. So I guess I'm getting over the divorce.
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