yeah well you didnt even puke from the alcohol. we cut you off and went to huck finn's and told you that the "irish cream" coffee creamers had baileys in it, so you shot down like eight of them and puked all over the floor. it was great. we cheered you on and everything
I woke up this morning and was hoping we drank enough last night to have a unicorn drawn on my wrist. Good News: We did.
you kept calling numbers in ur phone book and saying, "I love your show, I'm a long time listener, first time caller."
hey got me stoned for the first time when i was 14. there is no bond stronger
man, work is way more interesting with these acid flashbacks.
Just realized the fur coat I am wearing to the wedding is the one I had sex with the groom in
He pretended my clit ring was a door knocker.
Im embracing the luau theme and maybe bringing a kiddie pool filled with alcohol. Im also embracing the high probability I will not remember this night.
And then he tried to clean the throw up off my pants with 409
Yeah. Rock bottom was him passing out and saying "are you putting a condom on me?" and me covering his mouth and saying shhhhh
Dropping the entire last roll of TP into the toilet is a hurt you don't want to know.
If I die tonight, I want you to have the rest of my nachos. And my porn collection.
Lmfao. We asked what you wanted to eat and you said vagina. I don't care what kind. Fresh, barbecue, roasted on a camp fire. I just want it on my taste buds.
He will be so fat that the winter can not penetrate his blubber.
Hi. I have frying pans taped to my feet. I achave to go the hospital, theyre on pretty tight. Can't feel legs bring me juice
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