Come to the Burger King. We're waiting for you.
I wonder how skeet ulrich feels about the skeet skeet phrase and and what it denotes.
We've already decided our costumes for next Halloween. She's going as Cookie Monster and I'm going as Elmo. She's just going to ask for Oatmeal Cookie shots, and I'm asking for Red-Headed Slut shots.
Dude, its January.
We're going to do the voices too.
In your drunken brilliance did you make bagel with what appears to be mac and cheese smeared on top and pink icing dip? Because if so it is sitting on the counter
Hung over. Bed full of legos for some reason. Not getting up. Come build stuff with me.
dude Steve you don't even know. its just been one hairy asshole after another.
This whole bra on the outside of my shirt thing is so convenient. It turns my shirt into a pocket to eat Fritos out of. Mmm boobies
Ugh..Yesterday was a complete alcohol fueled shit show. Not making eye contact with anyone today. Don't deserve it. Eye contact is for decent people.
Waiting to interview and found a beer in my purse from last night
2013: the year of legs covered in hair and pregnancy scares.
I'm just like... Utterly amazed that we're still alive at this point. Who'da thunk it....
She doesn't even give a fuck about angle. I seriously gotta start doing like penis yoga or something.
I got my period on eclipse day. I'm officially in line with the moon.
we are currently pregaming for our walk to the liquor store.
step one: admitting you have a problem. complete.
it's your last night here, let's make it one we may or may not remember.
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