So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
Did you just see the Batmobile???
The guy in the American Flag bikini was telling the women he was disgusted at the amount of alcohol they weren't drinking. Then it got ridiculous.
I'm so high I feel like I'm pedaling a bicycle but I'm laying on the couch. My body might be vibrating. I made soup.
He wants a "vagina fling" before he commits to dick for life. I'm gonna allow it.
No. I heard a cover of "my heart will go on". This is not sanity.
Dad was on the deck drinking straight bourbon. He stopped, puked on his feet, and then continued drinking and talking about compound interest.
Dude I am allergic to the candy dicks from that sex shop in Vegas. Come take me to hospital right now.
They're fighting and it sounds intense. Cross your fingers for their demise
Toss in some raw meat and play heavy metal music. It will insight violence.
apparently when she asked me how drunk I was on a scale of 1-10, I answered "bitch I'm fabulous" and tried to do a sassy hairflip. but I have short hair.
I'm glad I date someone who likes the simple things. Sex, kittens, and McDonald's.
Did that sound smart? Cuz beneath the boozy exterior beats the heart of a fucking scientist.
I just tried to lit a bowl with my chapstick.
mother daughter bonding time. she's helping me make jello shots.
Only you would make Mario Party a contact sport.
And you owe me a new pair of switch controllers.
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