tell your sister to shave her snatch
The only reason I'm still around is so I can grow a huge Gandalf beard when my hair turns gray
I have a new reason to go to work: I can tell which 3 of my coworkers are sisters just by looking at their butts.
they just tried to tell me they weren't big into drugs. A) it was the 70's. B) I've seen the pictures.
For sure. We should see if we can get Mike to pay for one, and have a triple kegger... :o==& (that's future me projectile vomiting. i try to be goal oriented)
I just remember making out with this kid's friend, washing blood off my hands and hearing the RA's were looking for me.
I just sniffled when I woke up and got a bump of coke. I have never felt so good hung over.
your drunk ass trust falled a guy double fisting bud limes and as a result your head bounced off the patio table. So that might explain the stitches on the back of your head.
I'd apply for another job, but "staring out windows crying" is not a hot qualification right now.
It makes showers more interesting trying to drink a gin and tonic and keep soap out of my eyes at the same time.
You need to calm down.
i don't know if this is a cannibal joke or a sexual innuendo, and i think that's a beautiful description of our relationship.
I have a hook up buddy in Abiquiu. He lives next to a Chipotle; that's the only reason I see him.
I have a story for you. It involves waffles and getting naked with the local weatherman.
Lady Gaga is doing the 1/2 time show. I hope it's gay and liberal as fuck.
I'm setting goals and achieving them. I'd say I'm quite mature for my age.
You're goal was to fuck him and you don't even remember it.
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