The only thing I have to prove last night happened is a fireman's hat full of puke.
STOP fucking him and come play in the snow with us!
and unfortunately for you, hallmark doesnt make a "sorry i was getting a blowie in the backseat of your car while you were driving, projectiled my jizz onto your hand, and caused you to crash" card
I didn't mean to leave you there I just didn't know him well enough to throw up in his bathroom.
The working title of my paper? "Tailgating: A Big Clusterfuck of Kids Who Dont Actually Give a Shit about Football"
thank you for letting me use your house as a brothel.
Its not that hard, just find a girl reading 50 shades of grey and point her my way
how the hell were we supposed to out run the cops in a bus?
As yoda would say; A bitch, she is.
now acid just makes me think of crab ragoon
I just walked by a dude at the gym covering himself in olive oil.
Maybe if I ever do become a counselor, I would just implement a kind of intensive meme therapy.
there is a tent in the living room. its a vip tent room. i want in.
Did you mark a random day on my calendar as National Seth Day?
Sounds like a legit day to me.
All I remember thinking is, why the fuck are there martians on the ceiling? And they were riding fruit. Like strawberries and shit.
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