Hungover Fun Fact #4: Eating a grilled stuffed burrito WILL make you blow chunks in the ice maker at work.
There's a pair of socks on the bar. No-one's questioned this.
Also, the zoloft kicked in and I can't get an erection anymore. So I'm depressed.
I want the one making out with the dumpster. Is that bad?
No clues in my phone. Only dialed call: my own social security number. And that was before 10:00pm.
Come get me...we were walking home and she kept yelling "people need to get run over more!" then she just sat down in the middle of the street saying "it just feels right."
We can't tell anyone we fucked because I'm still trying to get with your friend. Is she coming next weekend?
So, settle a debate for my housemates. Have you measured your dick. And how long. Results Will not be disclosed
My night can be summed up in 3 words: Vodka. Threesomes. Hospital.
I jumped out of a moving car going sixty into my driveway because I had to shit so bad. It is not a good day today.
Nah, he's definitely here somewhere. Whether he survived the night or not is your problem, but I'm pretty sure he's around.
So please don't worry, but I need some help getting blood out of my drywall so I can get my security deposit back. I would not ask if the need was not great.
I don't think my professor is going to remember the Halloween party... or the fact that he made out with a priest.
Get your ass back to America. We've got a lot of drugs to do.
woke up and you werent here...its ok if we're never going to speak again but my furry hand cuffs are missing and i would like them back. thanks.
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