Afterall, it is the real San Francisco treat
I just witnessed two drunk midgets fighting over a graham cracker. I can die happy now.
It reminded me of the time my mother gave my Bailey's in my stocking when I was 14.
she texted me out of nowhere. and I wanted to get drunk. like I didn't even have her new number until 6 hours ago and bam we were rolling around drinking cotton candy vodka from the bottle she had stuffed in a boot
That was an excessively violent trivia night
By the way, I'm pretty sure your husband is publicly advocating more BJs for my husband, via Facebook.
She told me I made the cut, and to write my name and number on the white board by the door. I was the 7th number down.
FYI: Brian said he left me in the bathroom Friday night to shower and 45 minutes later found me with a towel around my head, my pants on and holding my boobs. No more Jell-O shots for me.
I'm making mistakes. Coming up with girl now
I hate me. That girl was hiiiiideous.
At one point I yelled "THIS IS MY PENANCE FOR EVERYTHING I'VE DONE WRONG" and started saying Hail Marys
You said "this is only my eighth drink" with like 6 separate drinks
I got really adventurous too. Like. Balls in the mouth adventurous.
With my son watching me, I pulled down my pants and shit in her trash can.
All of a sudden he got that look on his face and ran to the dance floor and started fist pumping to Rihanna that kind of night
because nothing says “let’s fucking rage” like getting a compensation letter and some company stock
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