i permit you to call me
what if the hokey pokey really is what its all about?
We just saw a waitress walk by with a tray of bacardi and whipped cream.
Whoever ordered that deserves a pat on the back and the "classiest customer" award
i need a wealthy benefactor or a cocktail job. or to start stripping. or kill myself. whatever.
Well, let's be honest here. You're dealing with gay guys... EVERYTHING has an emotional attachment.
Maybe if i steal enough bar glasses i can justify all the money spent i've spent there
It was cool in an 'oh shit I'm gonna get arrested' way.
Oh we're fine. I made her a "sorry I peed on you" omelet.
Just bought koolaid for my vodka in a DARE shirt with my NES wallet. I'm everything I thought I'd be when I was 8.
Except even better, boobs get discounts.
I'm a male taking pregnancy tests with every girl at the party. i have no regrets
There is a doctor sitting next to me at lunch talking about the engorged scrotum surgery he did this morning and I am about to lose my professional grown adult facade.
I found a hair colour I want in a porn.
You were having sex very loudly, so I felt it necessary to blast the Thong Song, bust out the trusty old airhorn and walk in on you. MY BAD.
her nickname was handjob. I knew what i was getting into.
So I just accidentally joined a bar crawl and got a free shotski of Jameson. I love life.
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