He kept referring to his penis a his "love gun"
So Ryan had to wash the dishes. His solution: take a shower with them. I'm never eating at his house again.
I'm not drunk enough to eat silly string
That bitch makes my crazy look like a walk in the park with cotton candy
You know you come from good stock when you can have a family discussion about excuses to scam pain pills from the doctors
I've noticed we have slowly begun to phase the "B" out of our Bromance.
And then we will celebrate by drinking and making fun of him. As per usual.
I just want to pat him on the head, bake him some cookies, and reassure him that, someday, he will get laid.
You were discovered in a bush, smoking, and singing "in the jungle" to yourself. Which explains the scratches, but not the orange paint.
How many fucks given?
0.12846
Do you want me to add this to the list of actions I will state at your intervention
I just used my citation as a bookmark. Want a beer?
We probably shouldn't have humped each other in a stairwell for an hour. that was probably my bad
I'm so glad I can be everyone's guide to the world of fucked up kinks
Just made a drug contact standing in the sandwich line in the dining hall. Is this real life?
You're my fucking hero.
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