Full bush! Can't stay! Need ride! Come on bro!
let's have our labels/stereotypes/careers for each kid by next week.
oh how i love working at summer camp.
Only at my house do scrabble games turn into fist fights. I won though... the fight not the board game.
Of course she said it wasn't that good, I don't bring my A game to pity fuck the thrice divorced girl from work
I'll be listening to "I will always love you" and sobbing uncontrollably all night, care to join?
dude Steve you don't even know. its just been one hairy asshole after another.
I feel like this has turned into my work. But if I get paid sitting under a desk, that's perfectly fine with me.
the bad thing about being great at twerking is that I'm powerless to stop myself from doing it when I'm drunk and in public.
Not only did my parents pick me up from his hotel room in the morning, but he also came outside and had a casual little chat with my dad through the driver's side windrow.
So when the drug raid cops tell you, you should get out of the relationship, it probably means its time.
GOT MY PERIOD AND AN INTERNSHIP OFFER THIS IS A WONDERFUL DAY
In that state of mind I managed to bounce back from getting hit by a golf cart and convince an investigations officer that I was okay to go into the game.
What happened to you last night?
SO. MANY. SHOTS.
She asked what a chaser is. I died a little inside, please come back..
Jack said he hasn't jerked off in like two weeks and he's like a smoldering volcano who wants to bury you like Pompeii with his man gravy
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