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so i just googled the prescription for aldara i saw on your desk this morning...
So, I woke up to an empty bottle of scotch and a dead car. The last thing I remember are the strippers being mad at me. Awesome night.
Feels good to be wearing underwear again though...
every time i send "do you want some cock" to her T9 manages to change it to "anal"...i think she's mad now
It's an acquired taste. Like keystone. Or caviar.
all I heard when I woke up this morning was "BONG HITS FOR BREAKFAST" being yelled repeatedly.
The office pool is up to $500 if you take a shit in Frank's desk drawer. Time to change the unpaid internship into a cash cow.
Sweetie, don't go home with him. You can do so much better. Everyone else at the bar agrees.
Tequila me may have very bluntly told him that I wanted to touch his abs.
He stumbled out of the bar bathroom at 3:30 am with his jeans unzipped and his dick hanging out - it was the physical manifestation of "blackout with your cock out"
Hypothetical Question: Would you take a cougar bullet for me?
God I hope the gutter I die in is nice. You know, for a gutter.
Oh my god I would go to planned parenthood the same day I get my nipples pierced
Instead of texting me to come over, she just sends me a batman symbol.
I don't care if she's a booty call. Marry her.
Still riding the magical train of drugs so, yeah, Id say I feel great
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