you took a scissor and started screaming "I WANNA KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE BALD"
You saying I have a drinkingg problem is like saying Superman has a flying problem.
Dude also, my grandma got me condoms for easter and kind of winked. I don't know what to think
Things you are not allowed to do while im gone: sell cats on ebay, put cats in freezer again, shave cats like lions, dye cats pink/blue, try to light cats on fire to"wake them up from their nap" agian
I would have to gauge my vagina to make it fit.
there's another hole in my ceiling...someone fell through the attic this time....
I don't even want to think about the kind of person who would shit in the street before 10pm on a Sunday.
I couldn't drink enough to fuck the friend, you said challenge accepted and stole some chicks shot.
I woke up to realize my keys were on the front porch. Also so was I. So close yet so far
I can't figure out how to eat twizzlers and I have to be at a wedding reception in an hour.
Please never have kids.
Did you get any pics? And I can only imagine how inferior you must have felt knowing that somewhere in that room was a guy whose penis was the length of your forearm.
The porch is breathing.
STAY OUT OF MY SHROOMS YOU CUNT
These beer shits have taken over my entire life.
All his ex-girlfriends are delicate flowers, tho. And I'm like a trash compactor.
I wouldn't worry about it. You know what they say, THICK THIGHS MAKE THE DICK RISE.
learning about efficiency and effectiveness in an administration seminar. real world application: walking across the street to the pub on break to shotgun a beer.
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