he was in the bathroom singing "will it floooaaat?? will it floooaaat?!" turns out that's a deal breaker for me.
Also, I once came to the conclusion after this one boy, that her pleasure condoms are a college boys version of flowers
did i really just refer to you as "the mid season replacement"
All I had with a note saying that my shoes are in the ceiling and good luck.
But the ghost of his schlong past haunts you
My radar detector detects ice cream trucks. I think it was made for stoners
He took off his priest costume and proceeded to dryhump the teletubby.
I apparantly wanted to name her baby garbage
Never let him bartend when he's tripping. He sprinkled a ton of mexican shredded cheese over a jack and coke and called in a Monterey Jack Daniels.
I just got hit on at the bar by a guy who used his mother as a wingman, she was pretty convincing. Only in Stratford.
Sooooooo, maybe just fucked on a motorcycle.
Well, after a pitcher of beer, I set my ex on fire. It was a little fire, he's fine. How's your night?
Moral of the story - don't craft naked. Your nipples with thank me.
Did I see you at the bar last night?
Yes. You just kept grabbing my boobs and saying how much better they are than yours...
Chaz got drunk and passed out so we superglued a kazoo to his mouth. Listening to him Panic when he woke up was fucking hilarious.
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