two words: eviction party
Our suitemates are shrooming again. I left a less colorful dress hanging on the door, change before you come in because purple is making Maeve cry.
The kid across the hall found me in the hallway using a hot pocket box as a pillow. I said its okay I live here.
We just reached that moment of the night when you start making cookie quesadillas. Party on Wayne
He never gives up. He's like the fucking little engine that could of hook ups
If I were you I'd use my green card to do more coke and less talking
Good. We don't answer calls at dick thirty.
That would be an interesting position... Not entirely certain how that'd work!
Gravity is no match for my libido
We need to do something soon. I need like 4,000 beers and a cigarette.
I puked up my nose. THAT kind of night
You are not going to get a pat on the back from me for not fucking that 40 year old again.
with hottub sex, handcuffs, Pocahontas themed lap dances, and eating pumpkin pie off each other, I'm gonna say thanksgiving will be a success ;)
Bitch are you kidding? 2016 is gonna be the year our pussies run for president
Either I'm getting old or the shit show is playing earlier than it used to...
So...I know we have a conversation later this week. But one of the key things I want to know is if I can specify having my body mummified and buried in Egypt (or at least nearby the Luxor in Vegas). How much money do you think that would cost? Do I need to increase my life insurance policy?
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