office poll is still running 100% that Spencer Pratt is more disturbing than David Carradine's death
I got oddly confused when she started talking in third person in bed.
Jesus knows you're telling a lie.
Jesus stopped reading my text messages when I started drunk texting boys to hookup
I'd call her a cunt, but she dooesn't seem to have the depth or warmth.
I was really excited when he said that condoms didn't fit him, then he added "they fall right off"...
Nypd just made jon and hayes chug their forties.
Idk if I woke up next to a cat or raccoon. either way it's purring.
Finally another gay clarinet player. They're surprisingly rare.
We compared her boobs to bacon. I'm probably going to have to justify that.
And I'm sorry for punching you in the face when I drunkenly threw my sandwich
What the World Series means to me is that I've slept with too many giants fans.
Oh, don't mind me, that's just my vagina rattling.
I was covered in mud from my knees down, I smelt like the inside of a port-a-potty and only had mascara on one eye. . . so you know your usual Sunday brunch.
Whats spookier? Halloween or waking up to a drunk text from your ex telling you how awesome you are at 2am
Puked up breakfast after doing my first minze shot in a while, but that shot was to Trump losing the election, so it's all good.
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