i can't help myself.. i am just so in love with the kitchen manager.
...he was wearing JNCO shorts.. i'm pretty sure i saw the dragon.
i have a $600 bill for my ER visit in which they did nothing but suggest to me that i am an alcoholic.
like the penis drawn on my face is so detailed and well done, i'm not even upset about it.
i always knew that i'd have sex in your room, i just assumed it would be with you
its all coming back to me in waves....waves of humiliation and nausea.
all i remember is him tryin to explain to the girls how to effectively hit the strip club with their bfs
hes actually pretty persuasive when he drinks
I don't think everyone found it as funny as I did... Nothing says "Party's Over" like the sound of a pump action shotgun.
We let him drunkenly pack his own bags without checking them. Yet no one was surprised when the TSA girl pulled a 12 pack out of his carry on.
That's not your dick yours is smaller. Nice try.
Wait why do you have a pic of someone else's dick in your phone?
how does spending your day off taking me to the hospital sound?
Well I mean enduring a 45 minute conversation about C-sections was worth the 9 jello shots those soccer moms gave me.
All the doctor said was why
last night we watched this really loud chick try and pick up this smoking french guy who's english was sooo bad. she finally pointed at her beer and then her vagine
gross
like you've never done an interperative dance for sex, please
I suppose writing him up is more professional than keying his car.
Clearly the Stanley Cup Finals good luck hand job IS necessary. You let the whole team down.
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