Sorry I totally forgot to text you back. When you texted me I was at work at the pharmacy and it was stupid busy. And then of course I had my 8 hour "shoot me b/c half of Loyola comes in to buy plan B" shift.
Did you see Brett Michaels get knocked on his ass?
Hurt me personally.
Knocked his cowboy hat off... Bandanna was still good though
it's circumsized.
I think this conversation is over.
By the end of the night i was making legitimate noises not just saying moo.
My suggestion that we all just smoke some weed was greeted with a uncomfrotable silence and a 'maybe later'. These are not our people
Woke up fully clothed in bed sleeping on my purse.....we're back!!!
Don't think anyone else in the building has a lunchbox full of yay
Hey there's a sandwich in there too!
It was almost as bad as the time I peed on the floor of the Pentagon's subway station.
We just taught the Brazilian how to smoke out of a vuvuzela.
not now. havin a heart to heart with drunk fred flinstone
I know I'm going to throw up tonight it's just a matter of when and where
omg how embarrassing to not hear the delivery person knocking because you're singing "where are you Pizza" to the tune of "where are you christmas" too loudly
I'm cooling my balls with a beer because I'm too cheap to turn on the AC
I'm sending him pics of me in my new lingerie telling him to come over and when he gets here I'll have changed into like sweats and a 5 year old shirt with ketchup stains on it
FYI telling a guy that you're glad his dick isn't big after giving him a bj, is NOT a compliment.
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