I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
the not having weed thing wouldnt be nearly as tragic if it wasnt the one holiday where they launch bright flaming things into the air
seems the shocker is way more shocking if u get the fingers wrong
Do you ever just KNOW it's gonna be a good day? I mean, like in a "just found a Vicodin in the bottom of your purse" kinda way?
I just found a bottle of gin in my vegetable crisper. Party is back on.
Take this only to mean that we love you, but we're having a serious, half-hour, hypothetical discussion about how far we think we could throw you.
I had to write an apology letter to security guards in the hotel so I didnt get kicked out
yea i really dont care about the sex, i just want him to eat my vag. He has to be good at because of his tremors.
I'm not sure any amount of coworker judgement will keep me from eating oatmeal with dinosaur eggs.
Remember don't think of it as being an alcoholic until something bad happens.
Think of it as Mythbusters for people who say you're going to get arrested or die
Mostly i might never get belligerent again because im gonna have to keep track of a diamond ring.
I smell like lime and condoms and I really want a waffle. Fuk
there may have been a blood oath never to speak of it again...only reason i can think of as to why there was a 1 inch bloody cut on my right boob
Yep. The ghost of my sex life is in your house.
Dude someone puked in a bowl n put it in the fridge. I thought it was salsa! Who does that?
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