no. you can't hotbox the world.
so we had a 20 minute conversation and created the fb page WWND (what would Nana do?) last night after we took our Ambien...that is my definition of an overachiever
You kept making up "snapple facts" every time you opened a beer.
Next guy we share better have a little more dignity than that
Why were you having sex on top of my left over pizza in the kitchen?
On an unrelated note: I'm also a big advocate of the "never waste a boner" theory.
I'm going to need to borrow your helmet cam for my Wednesday night blackouts.
I've carried my liver for over 24 years. If it can't carry me for the next 24 hours than it deserves to be damaged.
They won't let us do straight shots of 151 since that guy lit his face on fire.
The last thing I remember was you puking all over the inside of my door and him yelling "PUKING RALLY!!!"
The only way that night could have gotten any better would be if a unicorn would descend from the heavens with a nacho bell grande in a bag around its horn beat boxing Hakunah Matata.
I wish our county sheriff had a comment section for their mugshots.
All I got was pictures of my boss and dicks. So, that was the end of snapchat.
What can I say I sleep with 40 year old Cougars because my mother gave me away at birth and apparently that's why says my therapist
Unless your apology includes a 20 something with loose morals and a daddy complex, I'm am not interested
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