This is some kinda fucked up sordid doggy brothel peepshow bullshit.
I'm blazed at jack in the box and my order number is 420. I wish everything in the world made this much sense.
Only you could turn Mozart into a stripper song.
I JUST WOKE UP ON A TRAIN
I SHUDNT B ON A TRAIN
drunk lawn darts. Let's test the homeowners policy
First lesson of the year: don't close the bar on mondays
the only consolation to the fact that i puked in public today was that i did it down a storm drain... so at least i am a responsible public puker
HOW LONG TILL THESE DRUGS WEAR OFF. I WORK IN ONE HOUR, I REPEAT, I WORK IN ONE HOUR.
trying to figure out why the only thing in our freezer is an expired loaf of bread, a white t shirt, and a receipt from taco bell for 37.50 from last Friday
I donkey kicked that mother fucker. Never stood a chance.
It was a door. A completely inanimate object, of course it didn't stand a chance you idiot.
"Where are you? Where are my keys? What is this guys name again? Why am I wearing two pairs of your pants?"
Human centipede...with the teletubbies. That's what my nightmare had in it.
I don't even want to know.
I mean if you can't appreciate a good looking dick then just get out.
I am all the way hung over and want nothing more in this world than a McMuffin. Happy day after Thanksgiving.
So the remote for the camera in the photo booth must have gotten dropped on the floor. while you were in there. having a threesome. on the floor of the room where my parents stay when they visit me. so thanks.
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