To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
i don't care who i fucked last night, until im at 43plus im not considering myself slutty
the people next to us in line are buying a 12 pack and a snuggie
also since I use google voice my ads in gmail switched to DUI services after this conversation
who was wearing the fake mustache? I just found one in my cleavage
It was like you were trying to communicate only you were using every letter of the alphabet but in no order and in a different language
mate, my mother watched me threw up out of my nose wearing only a g-string.
Just high enough for therapy.
I sent her a picture of Richard Nixon and said "these are the only dick pics I send".
The alcohol tastes like we did a beer run at the nail salon
Know what I do when I'm in that mood? Whenever anyone talks to me I just hiss like a cat. They go away.
He kept telling me that it stood for Sex Utility Vehicle
Come here I'm naked
And I want mozzarella sticks
I don't know why this person would ask for help. It sounds pretty OK to me. Also, I'd steal those bagpipes.
Who knew removing piercings would be so radical?
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