The money shot is kinda like the "The End" part of a children's book isn't it?
i've noticed that whenever i have to ask myself "would i be doing this if i was sober?" the answer is probably no.
and then you yelled "out of the way, i'm a lifeguard!" and everyone let us through
I don't remember much but I remember it was a unanimous decision that Santa was indeed real and Cait's stripping somehow proved this.
I wore my front clasp bra so he would have to prove his sobriety to me before we had sex.
Spent the entire ride home from downtown trying to convince designated dawgs to drop us off at waffle house instead of our apartment. i told them it was my house...they didn't buy it.
Just hit a cone using a lit sparkler. Tastes like I might die but it was magical.
She crushed my hand with the box spring last time, so it's all good.
I feel like letting the same guy who shot him dig the pellet out of his leg with a pocket knife was the bigger mistake
the cab driver said that we weren't the worst shit show he'd ever seen, CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!!
I bet George Washington got SERIOUS head back in his hay day.
He's listening to "my heart will go on" by himself in the living and its not even noon. MAKE IT STOP.
I think I'm still high. And I definitely still smell like lobster, so there's that
I just set up a proportion to calculate how much Jolly Rancher vodka I can make with the limited amount of Jolly Ranchers I have. Finally, real-life application of math.
Only you would try street racing in a Volvo.
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