I then asked the hardee's employee: mam, do you mind if i pay 75 cents in cash and then put the 1.13 on my debit card.
only if we run a train.
done.
me and this guy in my office just exchanged an "i saw you at a drag show last night" look as he passed by my desk.
It's not my theme song, it's my blowjob song. There's a difference.
It was beyond pathetic. You yelled her name at every blonde chick we saw hoping it would be her. Then you puked your corn dog
I want to be done crawling through windows but the sex is too good to stop...but I'm running out of excuses for where the bruises on my legs are coming from.
we went to the bar with our boss and you tried to play a song from the atm machine
I tried to sit on a barstool last night...it was an open trashcan.
Excuse me hold on, hooking up with someone who is verified on twitter is like being important.
No...this little piggys going to the bar
I guess the lesson here is that I shouldn't send nudes to elected officials.
If you don't see me at the bar tomorrow night, I was most likely captured by the communists.
I've got a bottle of water, a bag of salad greens, and a bottle of hot sauce. How stoned do you think I am?
I currently don't understand fingers.
are you the reason the first floor girls' bathroom smells like weed?
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