My sheets at my parents place are clean. No braveheart but I can paint myself, yell "freedom", and sword fight you with my cock. So come over.
absolutely not. he will always be that kid that threw up a ham and cheese sandwich in fourth grade to me.
OMG - This guy with a mullet just told me - it wasn't a mullet - but his hair dresser layered it wrong. It's so walmart in here. I hate you.
champagne bombs. Yes, i think that is where things may have gotten out of control.
You should have been there. We got drunk and threw a sword through his windshield.
Listen. I'm a changed woman. I have no problem using him for sex.
Of course drinkings involved. They don't call it alcoholism because we eat too many skittles.
BTW send me your address and size of condoms you wish your lover was-- "if you build it, they will come"
Was it fun? The night started with home made Jager and ended in him falling out of a tree with a pocket full of house numbers...you tell me.
This is the Taco Bell dump we've all been waiting for.
My wife just tried to justify to me why she wants to bring a girl into bed with us. I should win an academy award for my face and response of 'well of its what you need.'
btw my ex came by last night and saw the pregnancy test intructions. awkwarrrrd.......
You ever sit back and realize our friendship is based off us ranting at each other with random animal photos thrown in
I'm so drunk and angry about the Michigan game the fact of my relationship being over doesn't matter
Im riding the bus with beer in one hand and chapagne in the other. I love weddings.
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