I think we should make Neil Patrick Harris a permanent part of our role playing.
All I can tell you is you will need a rain slicker for tonight's festivities. Any clothes underneath would be highly frowned upon as well.
Two words Indian burn...
What did she think it was, a shake weight?
Also I'm 95 percent positive we ate food naked together
I would say I am sorry for punching you last night, but I found the pictures you took on my camera and it all came rushing back.
It's like leaving me for his wife wasn't enough. He had to give me an STD too.
Pretty sure I just shit out pure stomach acid. I'll explain after you take me to a hospital
If your boss lets you sleep on his couch, you don't pay him back by boning his daughter.
I AM CRUING IT IS 93:2 AM AND I AM CYGIN INT BED
Guys always stop talking to me right around the point that if they bought me food a couple times I would probably have sex with them.
I would say that that is the last time I ever drink a bottle of jack in two hours, but really who am I kidding?
WHEN YOU HAVE SEX WITH A GUY FROM A DIFFERENT COUNTRY YOURE SUPPOSED TO NEVER SEE THEM AGAIN
Well we found Mark's missing underwear. They're pinned up on Mike's trophy wall.
No my problem is I'm working and its a beautiful Saturday. I should be recovering from a hangover and out golfing. Fuck responsibility. I miss college.
breakfast this morning: omelette, Valium and baileys hot chocolate
Now that sounds like the breakfast of champions
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