I'm drinking on the job... HEAVILY
Black Friday shoppers are ridiculous. I think I just watched a marriage end.
you're thinking of things to pack this weekend and you think Don King wig?
Next thing I know we're all standing in the kitchen holding hands and thanking God for the beer.
And we should impose a 'friends don't let friends order 25 shots at last call' rule
You kept running up to random groups of people and saying "I'm a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader so we all have to chug our drinks!" and they all listened to you.
After some trial and error I found soaking my balls in maple syurip helps ease the pain.
This was like angel cum on the bread of life filled with the nectar of the gods
You seriously knocked all the beer off the table, broke the beer pong table, broke the bar and kept yelling "you have to warn me first!" all because I wouldn't let you have another four loco
Aaand now my client contact has seen your boobs.
I feel like I spent all day wearing underpants made entirely of poison ivy and sandpaper
I found where he bartends and I guarantee you that in approximately nine months from this Friday, you will have a niece
One of my favorite March activities is cropdusting people while wearing a kilt.
I'm having a hard time eating my sandwich knowing how many different buttholes my hands were in last night.
We always have to do something together that tests the human limits of the body. Hopefully it has at least a 75% death rate.
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