No. You are not the Kate in this relationship. I will do what I want.
My coke dealer called me at midnight just to ask how to spell a word. Not sure how I should feel about that.
2pm: Breaking news alert: I think I'm finally sober. Oh, and that place needs hotter strippers.
In order of importance: Where am I? Where's my car? Where are my clothes? Who is this chick in the room?
Anne's couch, the bar, your car, Anne.
This is going to ruin my future wedding planner career, but isn't it better the groom knows he's gay BEFORE he gets married?
Sorry I invoked the "everyones getting smacked including myself policy last night"
No sorry. I may be a happy drunk but my gag reflux is an angry drunk.
Sounds like either a very good Friday night or a very bad Saturday morning.
It's like she fell out of an MTV reality show and no one knows how to send her back
You've lost booty call privileges between the hours of 10pm and 8am.
I understand why animals eat their young in the wild after watching your kid this afternoon
he just ran into my room in his giant penis costume yelling "supercock to the rescue"... I am still in total shock
The angle I tried to shoot a load on her face was unfortunate. I accidentally came on the David Bowie tribute she had out. Oddly, that made it more erotic.
Now after not puking, next step is not to do the accent when immigration says "hello."
You are hungover. Your arguments are irrational an incoherent. We only played twice. Have some Gatorade and take a knee.
Randomize
