Do you think red sox nation has an official powerpoint template/memo format for resignations of manny support, bandwagon applications, and other official business?
i scrubbed and i scrubbed and i scrubbed and i still was a whore
I only make drug deals in a British accent. It's my way of making sure it doesn't get too sketch.
When I woke up in the parking lot today I decided it is not a good idea to hang out with you anymore.
I stayed up for hours making sure you didnt pass out in a mountain of your own puke. But when I heard you yell AWWWW FUUCCKK, somehow I knew everything would be ok
I can't remember if the bartender cut you off after you broke your glass or after you wished the bar a happy winter solstice during your karaoke number.
We somehow managed to get the sumo-wrestler costume into the washing machine, but I don't think the cupcake icing completely came off... And it still smells like tequila.
Sadly he is straight as an arrow that is designed by a robot computer from the future with lasers.
This saddens me. Mostly because I want to see the schematics on that robot.
In hindsight combining orgy Thursday with mystery drink madness was begging for failure
Milk that cash cow for all the shots she's worth
I just really hate taking care of things... If I can't fill it with liquor I'm not sure what to do with it.
Just go read my twitter... There's a play by play. It starts with a penis pump
I can't believe i lost my ID... bringing my birth certificate to the club was a weird experience
HE WILL NEVER BE ONE OF US. HE WILL NEVER BE A DECENT, GOD-FEARING WHORE.
I forgot wine drunk hurts
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