Laughlin, where retired strippers come to die.
so she bought me lunch gave me a blowie then paid for the gas since I drove... I think there's a catch but I'm gonna run with it
so why are there three stressed gay men and a bowl of vomit in the smoke room?
Well I squeegeed the puke off your arm at the gas station
My google searches from last night: tetanus shot rabbit bite, Bacardi gluten free
Bathtub drinking tim. I have no pool so I work with what I have
I got kicked out of the hotel after wandering into the banquet kitchen at 2am trying to find the shrimp....so we're power napping in the car and then driving to madison.
I put xanax in the cake batter
Did you really? It all makes sense now.
Never drinking again. Maybe, if our boss gave us more 3-day weekends we would know how to handle ourselves. That was a shit show.
It's like an adderall Houdini. Right when you think you have a deal he disappears
I'm not sure when I will get off this toilet at work but it's not looking promising
You never know true fear until you're on your period in a house full of white furniture.
Also, can next Friday be Long Underwear Friday instead of Jockstrap Friday? Because I'm about to cough up a testicle.
After a beer I realize now I may have shared too much about my obsession with ghosts with my therapist this morning.
I just want to find somebody intelligent enough to trick my parents into thinking she's not a trophy wife. Is that too much to ask?
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