Holy fuck. She looks like Vin Diesel's stuntman
Singing into hair straightener during spice girls....sooo dangerous
i'm dressed up like the coppertone baby and being hit on a guy in a monk costume. the irony is not lost on me.
Just threw up off a chairlift. my life is now complete.
Only way we know if he truly fits in is if we spill straight vodka on the floor and his first instinctnis to lick it up. Otherwise, gameover.
She's doing shots in her underwear, a fur hat and mittens. I'm never coming home.
All you have to drink is moonshine and ranch. This is bullshit.
You were in your third change of clothes, and I found you in my driveway passed out with my dog's food bowl. You win.
obviously he wasnt ready for this jelly and you can quote me on that
Bud light lime after 12 shots of vladdy is like frolickin in a meadow of sweet flavor
I want to fuck the side burns off of Steve.
But can mardi gras accurately capture the essence of my tiny rage?
But how MUCH of an emergency? Like, should I go to the ER now, or can it wait until after the bar crawl?
Apparently swingers are magnetically drawn to me?
Hmm should I take my nipple rings out before my sisters wedding/family vacation in Puerto Rico where I will be with my mother 24hrs a day for four days wearing a bathing suit seemingly the entire time? Or should I just risk it and not hug anyone.
Risk it. Keep the titties tough.
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