To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
Forget about socially acceptable. Make me happy instead
I'm drunk and I'm watching it's Alwyas Sunny and eating candy. Even I am jealosu of my life
and unfortunately for you, hallmark doesnt make a "sorry i was getting a blowie in the backseat of your car while you were driving, projectiled my jizz onto your hand, and caused you to crash" card
I am telling you that nothing wakes you up like stomach acid exiting your nostrils at 10AM
MCAT status: Day 64, no longer can remember what sex is like.
No it's ok. I made friends with the guy that always wears helmets to the bar. His name is helmet Harry
I think shooting the BMW with the bow and arrow is when our group became the evening's antagonist
Life seems so much brighter and more vibrant after you have sex with a 20 year old. It's like how Kansas was in black and white and Oz was in technicolor.
For thanksgving we are only drinking wild turkey for the next 24hrs time to strap your balls back on and maybe a helmet
Ps we bought 8 pellet guns just now
Did you hook up with him before or after he shaved off half of his eyebrow?
Can I just say I love the fact that were in business with guys where I can write a hand job up hoes down text message
For the record, it's NEVER ok to discuss my stripper-related injuries with my fiance.
It wouldn't be New Years Eve if we knew where we would be at midnight
I just don't understand why your parents aren't supporting your dreams of being a medieval weapon smith.
Randomize
