I missed Saved by the Bell this morning, but Ashley in a later episode of Fresh Prince is keeping the morning wood alive.
Apparently 151 is to me what spinach is to popeye.
There's a level of bonding between people at the liquor store at 10:30 in the morning that's unrivaled
I'm not trying to go crazy tonight either. I just want to go out, have a few drinks, meet up with my ex-boyfriend and get fingered or something.
She passed out in his mom's bed and when we went to go get her she went 'no its cool I live here'.
The last thing I want is a chocolate mold of my cock competing with my real cock for time spent in your mouth
I just want a pillowcase full of fast food so I can eat and sleep this hangover away
Oh my god. I just realized something amazing. If I get pregnant with a boy, that technically means I have a penis right??????
I want to buy her liposuction. And a spot on What Not To Wear. And a face transplant.
Uhh dog found a condom. FYI its on the table by couch please dispose of it. No reply Necessary
I can not be a lesbian living on Beaverland.
Sometimes at I wake up from a dead sleep at 1am and call the bar just to hear the clink of the glasses and the pouring of the beer on tap in the backround
I still have that dildo-suction bruise on my forehead and this sweater STILL smells like my Christmas Eve vomit.
i don't like interrupting booty calls. thats just rude.
YOU GOT ME SO DRUNKK
i got me so drunk!
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