And Anthony pissed on himself at the strip club
maybe i get so drunk and make stupid mistakes cuz Subconsiously im preparing for my real world debut
There's 12 honey baked hams in my fridge. I vaguely recalled you organizing a "Midnight Ham Run."
She introduced herself as 'Ann the sober one.' Took me to a coat check and a lost and found. Then offered coffee and breakfast sandwiches. Turns out she's been paying her half of the electric bill running post-party operations.
Dude if our hands were ladels we could work at a soup kitchen
That would be so convenient
Ice cream: Good. Fraternity: Good. Eating ice cream off a Skid Row bum's ass crack in order to get into a Fraternity: Homoerotic at best. I quit.
So I found the perfect "Yeah I gained weight since high school but it went to all the right places" outfit for the reunion this weekend.
Being at this stripclub only reinforces how single I am. And I was *just* becoming okay with that.
For once I am not in the mood. My vagina is good with life at the moment.
The apocalypse has arrived.
my poor anus
Does your balding hurt less when a 19 year old holds your hand?
Apparently she hired a private investigator when he took out a restraining order on her. So the answer is no, I didn't hit it.
I cannot believe I am seriously having a conversation about my best friend's sexual prowess as a dream lesbian.
As long as it's more "this is where i see an issue" vs "psst.... tiddies" then i have no argument
dont know what thebfuxk is in rhat shit, but dont lemme have antmore
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