Played the LOTR drinking game last night. Ended up in boxers running thru the lot at ross's place screaming "for frodo"
Shaq going to Cleveland; Vince Carter to the Magic; Michael Jackson, Farrah Fawcett, and Ed McMahon die.... ARMAGEDDON IS UPON US!!!!!
Why do you proceed to call me "Queen La Queefah?"
i think i should save myself the $200 for a prom dress. i mean why bother. its just going to be covered in vodka/jizz/and puke by the end of the night.
just threw up in the bus full of other international students just outside of boulder, just keeping the aussie reputation alive
if he wont fuck me on the stairamster then i dont think theres much XXX shit going down
You don't have a penis so I'm not texting you at this hour. This is penis texting hour only.
Should I tell them about my ticket for possession or about how I'm shitting blood? Which one will gain the most sympathy?
In either case, seeing now as it's basically two couples, unless we're planning to have a good old fashion orgy I think this isn't going to work out so well.
Nothing like grinding all night with a hot ethnic guy dressed as a clown to help conquer your phobia. Halloween is fucked up.
dude, no lie, I would make out with you in front of them wearing nothing but a rainbow colored speedo
Until they make a bed that bathes you in your sleep, I will not be satisfied.
You're an independent woman who is defined by her own actions and not by whether or not you have a man. You also have great tits.
You are hungover. Your arguments are irrational an incoherent. We only played twice. Have some Gatorade and take a knee.
I told him I might be pregnant and he said he'd buy me a test and a twix bar. I'm marrying him. Tomorrow.
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