So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
You dropped me off at the wrong girl's house.
There's no such thing as a "wrong girl" make it happen.
alright see you in the morning.
she definitely has that "I'll bang you, but then I'll tell your girlfriend" look to her.
Just wondering why in an apartment full of stoners there is half a waffle in the TRASH CAN. get ur shit together man
there should be a relationship option on facebook "stillllll in a relationship"
had a guy just try to take his underwear off in the middle of the bar w o taking his pants off. That kind of Sunday afternoon
It's like, I'm the official vagina for that DJ group
It starts with an S and ends with arah just gave me a bj.
I wouldn't necessarily say I'm in her pants...I'd say I'm more on the on ramp to the freeway to the long way to her pants. There really isn't a short cut.
No sex in the champagne room. The champagne room being my life
YET AGAIN, my financial planning for 2013 consists MOSTLY of eating chipotle as "brain food" and drinking Heavily before the Jeopardy contestant test.
By this time next year I expect us to have full time jobs that we can call out of so we can day drink on beautiful days like this. Oh, and grill.
My mind just played a snippet of me asking to be a Joey and trying to climb into your apron pocket...
I need a conscience and I need it yesterday.
We drove through Taco-Bell on our way to the ER
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