Lady came into work yesterday. Full on stache and beard. I've never concentrated on making eye contact harder in my life.
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
I fucking love fucking science majors-- she told me that she wanted to know if her gag reflex got better or worse with alcohol, and that her initial evidence had been inconclusive. So, next few weeks, yeah, gettin blown periodically. All I have to do is keep a log.
He was probably pissed, but i couldn't tell for sure. How pissed can someone really look while holding a fishbowl mimosa?
Fine. Just this once and because its veterans day will I send you a picture of my tits. You're lucky I love this country.
I'm sure I'm not the FIRST newly single girl to table dance at a family restaurant.
No kidding. I just keep looking at that 'under 21 until 11/21/2011' on my id and whispering "soon enough"
ex-cheerleader. ex-gymnast. ex-dancer. i dont even know who to go for tonight
Day drinking is so dangerous way too many construction workers out there to flirt with
I think all the stress in my life right now can be directly correlated with never winning a game of Bop It as a child.
He's unconstrained by sanity, physics, or his liver.
I thought he was foreign, but it turns out when you're that drunk, an Ohio accent just sounds Russian.
At least your road beer policy is responsible. Well, relatively speaking.
If you're going to be single forever, you should try the quesalupas at Taco Bell.
I called you last night? What did I say??
That you love me forever and that I'm the greatest in the world now mohammed ali is dead...
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