Where are you?
In a non slutty way
i mad aa ber float. budweiser nd ice creem. it amzig.
I gave him head and we watched Fashion Police. somehow it wasn't awkard.
he was spitting whole peanuts projectile out of his mouth at the waitresses as they walked by and then yelled across the restaurant that he had "no problem kicking any of their asses"
don't say the first was when I crawled under into the dressing room
I did too many shots and now a kitten is trying to eat my bagel.
I have mastered the 3 minute room cleaning drill in preparation for the nights possible slam-piece
Also the McRib is back. Lets get high, dress like cowboys, and eat some McRibs.
the bar didnt serve shots so jim ordered us jaeger neat. it worked.
1. My arms are cement 2. I wish dogs could answer the phone
I wouldn't call that a crush. It was more of a minor brain aneurism.
I'm not sorry for loving America more than everyone else
he kept insisting he didn't have my number, so i called his phone and my number came up as "yeaaaaaaaaah!"
She forgot a bra so she just used seran wrap. The scary thing is, it worked.
I guess you could say that.. I mean, we did walk in on our DD doing a keg stand thru her ass.
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