Sry I called you an 8
If I was Danny Tanner and my wife died and left me with three kids I would hire a nanny rather than bringing in the sexually promiscuos uncle with a fetish for leather and rebellion and my obviously mentally ill (possibly gay) best friend Joey, who has never had a girlfriend and consistently talks in cartoon voices... a nanny is just a better choice
So that's a yes to the cocaine usage and a no to the rollerblading
I would like to thank collapsed soviet republics and fathers who didnt show enough attention for tonight's festivities
you never know, standards drop, they turn gay, shit happens.
At least we kept it together. It's people like him who yell at bushes that give acid a bad name
So here i am dipping ice cream in my vodka and watching the bad girls club on demand. This is not ok
Ikeep having to ask jim if I'm actually talking. I canmt feel my body...this is what Christmas is all about
I gotta shower this stuff off me I'm starting to hear baby kittens in the toilet tank again..
It's a drunk scavenger hunt.
Everything on the list counts for double points if done naked.
DON'T WEAR PANTS.
I REPEAT.
DO. NOT. WEAR. TROUSERS.
I hope to God it's not the new neighbors having sex, because what I'm hearing sounds like a mildly defective vuvuzela or a cow giving birth.
It was crazy man, at one point after already going 3 rounds I tried to breakaway for a smoke...she yanked me by the nipple hair back on top of her.
I slept like a rock because of your dick. I'll thank him personally later.
He climbed over 2 rows of the cab and told some random girl we were riding with that he would be in the back seat if she wanted to have sex
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