So I just had this crazy idea, and no it has nothing to do with the fact that they made me take shots at work.
For the millionth time in his career, Brett Favre has screwed over the Vikings
he breathalyzed me before we had sex.
I took my vicodin with tequila. I can FEEL gravity...
The last memory I have is vomiting into a box and her rubbing my back saying "you are such a trooper..."
Uh, do you remember who's thong is in my tree?
Nice. Don't spend your therapist's co-pay on Jaeger bombs.
After the nose/jizz incident i think our relationship can handle anything.
All i remember about last night is holding a bottle of bacardi and screaming challenge accepted!
Also, what is a socially acceptable way to introduce a crossbow in public?
Ohh man. That was a snatch-waxer with a score to settle.
It's gay pride, I'm in my EMT uniform getting more girls than your straight ass ever will..
Going to give your dick a friendship bracelet.
As for the other mouse...I don't have any mouse traps so I put a Jell-O shot on the ground. Party hard little dude.
You were in the back of the cop car and told the cop to ask me if I got laid. Youre a dedicated wingman.
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