Quick, to the slutcave!
I'm not sure how exactly, but this funeral has turned into a ridiculous night of drinking games
i wont go near him until the smell goes away , and he takes the chex mix box off his head.
I am assuming I was his dirty Mardi Gras mistake and I can live with that
No it was after you showed us his fraternaty letters shaven out of your pubes
Will you push me around in a wheel chair, introduce me to people, and say nothing as I get up and walk away?
I seriously told a stripper I would hold her hand when she goes to get ass implants.
Would you even take no as an answer? I have a feeling you see it more as a challenge.
I miss the "How many Grindr hits can I get while performing in an elementary school?" game.
the reason i can drink whatever i want and you have a limit is because whiskey will never make my pussy not work
So on a scale from 1-10 how gross is it that I used mortuary makeup on my own face?
Can you help me get ready before work? I need a look that says I'm-happy-to-help-but-I'm-hungover-so-leave-your-attitude-at-the-door-because-I'm-not-taking-anyone's-shit-today.
I should stop pointing to my vagina when I say "I'm in charge!"
Anyway, that's been my evening- crying and looking up diabetes symptoms. How was your night?
At some point i am going to say to you "i have this really bad idea! You in? " just go with it.
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