so last night my mother drunkenly told me that maybe the reason why I want to be a vet was because I was conceived doggy style.
I got a lap dance until she said they wipe of the poles between each dance to clear the "std slime", i couldnt even masterbate at home it was a horrible military monday
I returned the dress. When they asked for the reason for return I said, 'I don't deserve to wear white'.
When I finally got there you were bleeding all over and you just kept saying over and over that the dog was your only friend at the party.
I feel like if Miami and New Jersey fucked each other and produced a baby that would summarize the bar I'm in.
They conduct scientific research memoirs about what sort of shit happened last night after I ate those cookies.
Ok more importantly someone in a chicken costume just stepped in front of my car and started breakdancing...
its cute though when you google his name more than one mug shot comes up from different states
Okay I shall begin. Thank you Swedish chef
Hurrfy smmurdshy burrfst!
That is the exact response I was looking for.
I am gathering blankets and bags of horse grain to pad my truck bed so I have a comfy place to crash when I get home, without the inconvenience of stairs. Or doors. Or walking. But with the refreshing scent of molasses.
I'm about to be a GTA V widow, he could at least throw me a bone. Literally.
He found out about your side hoe and still helped you try to find a lizard that got in the house
Let go out that Thursday night!
Yess sounds good, I have to go turn myself in the next day because what happened last Friday.
It's Friday you fucking nerd of course I'm drunk.
Why in the hell is there a guy dressed up as a horse passed out in our kitchen.
happy birthday!
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