Trying not to fart in the comp lab is going to take everything i've got.
im probably the most hungover person watchin icarly right now
I'll name the documentary, "The Adventures of Megan's Vagina"
Hey I never found my wallet but i did find a bag of 14 soft taco supremes
I have your wallet. Trade you for the tacos.
if they reproduce, their children will be the worst quarters players ever
all i know is that each time we woke up we were at a different chinese restaurant. help.
So on how many levels of wrong is it that I'm reconsidering my divorce simply because I don't want to go through getting used to shitting around someone again.
That's the international "my vagina is unoccupied, come talk to us" chant. You have your mission. Go.
Why the fuck is he under my phone as Papi Chulo?
We've given up. My vagina is tired of constant lonely nights and disappointments. This is our retirement.
Your resume just got faxed, I also modified it a bit and sent it to strip clubs...expect weird phone calls...
you said, 'he held out his hand, that means we don't have to pay' about the taxi driver, and then asked the doorman what happened to your pants...
I just want to braid flowers into his hair and steal all of his pills.
I think everyone at the office can tell I'm dehydrated
you mean still drunk
I've heard it both ways
We have such a parasitic relationship. But the kind where the parasite benefits from the relationship. Like the pilot fish and a shark. The fish gets the leftover food scraps from the shark and the shark gets a free bath from it.
that's so insightful.
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