I used to have a blog that was basically all about ****** and all of his sexual misadventures
I mean it made tucker max look like a fucking alterboy
But unfortunatley his mom did a google search and found it
As a matter of fact my bong is named Hulkamania brother
you kept calling numbers in ur phone book and saying, "I love your show, I'm a long time listener, first time caller."
Minivans at bars can only lead to bad things.
im vomiting on the 4th floor cause no one knows me there
The door to door salesmen do not expect you to be drunk at 3 in the afternoon
bad decision saturdays are such a good decision
You just jumped of the couch and yelled "hidden tiger crouching dragon!" That's the answer to how you broke your finger.
Things I have learnt this week: bubble mix is toxic. Extremely toxic.
No, supporting your unemployed boyfriend IS NOT what credit cards are for.
But that's fine. Because I am an independent woman who is going to pull some jane Goodall shit and save the world one day......or be a porn star......either way they are going to wish they had fucked me.
I was stretching naked in the middle of my room singing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow", apparently this is what I do when I'm high and the wifi goes out
I'm handling the NHL draft worse than getting dumped this week
All I want for Christmas is my co-worker's speakerphone to be thrown against a brick wall, and the remains burned in a backyard fire while I roast a hot dog over it. Is that so much to ask?
Sex and compliments. The way to my heart
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