So the D.A.R.E. essay I helped my tutor kid write won an award. Oh the irony.
I just realized that when I walk away people probably say "wow she really has a drinking problem" and sadly it doesn't bother me.
I wish Pampers made couches for people like us.
I think you came in my ear last night and I had to pick it out infront of my kids in class today
you kept screaming i cant feel my vagina, it kinda killed the mood.
I don't remember his name but he sat in the bathroom and gave us both advice...
If my thighs hurt from cage dancing last night, I can only imagine how yours feel
She had one drink in her cleavage and another in her hand. She kept rotating between the two by leaning backward and then sipping the one in her hand.
Pitting the remainder of the bottle against my hangover. I'm expecting an all out cage match for my soul and wellbeing.
Yeah. Moral of the story: Don't mace yourself. It sucks dick.
He stumbled in drunk at 7am, while we were getting ready for work. He poured a bowl of Cap'n Crunch, poured Jack Daniels on it., and said he was having "Captain Jack" for breakfast. I don't know how he's alive and employed. I hope the Cap'n calls in sick for him today.
So you're not opposed to us ever having sex again? Because it just seems like such a waste to let a penis like yours go.
I thought I was at a rave until the paramedics started chasing me. You win again tequila.
I'm unsure if I could pee myself at this point in my life
I'm too hungover to Google him and try to save face.
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