Its kinda awkward hearing him say the food taste like ass considering what he did last night.
And PS thanks for calling it my "sexual liberation" and not "slut fest 2010: part deux!"
So I just learned that my father was teaching me rules for drinking games when I was 5.
He asked the clerk if they sell a penis-shaped brander.
You used the best tools you had at your disposal.
Slutty, slutty tools.
Plus I'm pretty sure you said "love you" on the phone, so technically I should be putting you on some type of probation
Just think of your bundle of joy thats on its way. And how hes gunna rip your vagina apart
Die.
I would love a rich wife. Then I would be like a gym teacher or some shit. Bigfoot hunter maybe.
At least I'm fat on the outside. You can NEVER change being fat on the inside.
Are you planning on wandering into construction sites drunk and falling down 6' holes?
probably
And now you know why we call him Three-Balls Brad
He said he's going to karaoke tonight and I just spilled a bunch of Cheetos on the floor and ate them all. So that's my night.
You just wait. When you see me foam roll naked, you're going to lose your mind.
Last night I drank three beers and threw up in a tree house. I am ashamed.
so does the amount of bruises on my arms and legs mean we had fun last night?
Randomize
