so the last visual we have of him for the next 87 weeks is him outside on the ground rolling around yelling I HATE BLOWJOBS
there's a barbecue in the shower. I'd like to know who got this to fit inside perfectly. impressive
Well. It was around 3 or 4 in the morning. He ran into the woods. Wearing moccasins. Holding an extension cord. He was trying to catch a deer. That about sums up the awesomeness of the night.
Well the strippers have danced to goo goo dolls and green day, time of your life. Were all gonna commit suicide.
Now that I'm born again, I'm preserving my gift.
Your vagina isn't a White Elephant gift. You can't re-wrap it after it's already been given several times. That's white trash thinking.
Oh Brad. Your poor brain, always being ignored for your penis and crazy women.
You gotta pick a side. My suggestion: side with tits.
I am seriously thinking about wearing a blanket as a cape. So when I pass out tonight the blanket might keep me warm.
Well, my breasts are swollen and I cried about the Iditarod. But I say PMS until proven pregnant.
I think girls have an advantage in chugging contests. We know how to just open our throats.
Dead. I am actually dead. Also, worst nightmare confirmed: throwing up in a four hundred person lecture.
Kinda suprised you didn't immediately ask about the lesbian ghosts tho
Let this be a lesson to you, parmesan cheese crumbles are not a good substitute for coffee creamer, no matter how high you are
Btw that $18 I gave you to run around outside naked came out of your wallet.
I just revenge puked in his shoes. This is gonna be a fun night :)
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