Do you think red sox nation has an official powerpoint template/memo format for resignations of manny support, bandwagon applications, and other official business?
i found a dude playing guitar on the portapotty
last night he was wasted watching Entourage and changed everyone in his phone book to LLOYD!!!!
You put a thong on my pumpkin didn't you.
he just spelled fiance, "pheancie". I dont think he's ready to get married.
he was like the dessert in the all you can eat man buffet that has become my life.
i got shots of sambuca dumped on my head last night. my bag still smells like licorice. making me nauseous.
it is a nice little reminder of the bruins dominance. if Vancouver had won, it would somehow smell of maple syrup.
I refrained from asking a guy what he spilled on his dick because it smelled good. Morals.
It's called being normal.
And don't try to lose a condom in me tonight. My vagina is not a storage compartment where you can just leave something and try and use it again later in the week.
Whenever I think to myself, "I don't work for a bunch of hours"... It's shot time?
U can be a future sentaor's wife if you want. I'm happy with "closet lesbian", "tech prof".and "masters degree" all rolled into one. Drunken bar escapades pay off.
The more I piece together last night the more I want to vomit it out of my brain.
My boss brought her husband's telescope to work, so all of us that work in the MMJ Dispensary got high and had an impromptu Blood Moon viewing party. I love my job.
That's why my boobs are so big, they're full of secrets.
Somebody broke the sliding door, and someone ripped the toilet seat off the toilet. So yeah, pretty typical friday night
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