No, you can still breathe under the balls.
There's a vagina buried somewhere in there.
Someone sent me a drink from across the bar. It was water.
Henry's handball, Tiger Wood's Car Crash, Roger Federer losing ... That's it....I'm throwing my Gillete away
easter eggs filled with ecstasy. it's what jesus would do.
Only in this snowstorm did have I realized the lengths I'll go to to get laid.
it was a whole new experience in the world of ball fondling
well that explains the french fry and ketchup packet rolled into the wasitband of my sweats. thank you drunk me.
we traced the origins of this shit fest of a relationship back to a single instance of road head. then we did a reinacment
is there a way to sugar-coat "shes in jail" when someone is texting me asking where their friend is?
Also, I've found a new way to get drunk at work for free. Everytime I make a bushwhacker and there's extra... I put it in a cup. Its the Never ending drink.
he busted into the room with single cheese slices and started yelling "THROW SOME CHEESE ON THAT BITCH"
Duck, Duck, Goose is now the autocorrect, safe for work version of fuck, fuck, loose.
I just got a hug from a random kid in my class. he said I was a champ at the bar last night..someone help me.
Alcohol and video games. A solid Friday night. Even before covid
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