She made a list of the things each of us had done wrong and assigned a point system. Guess who came out the loser?
as it turns out, there is no "i was in the pool" excuse for adderall-induced shrinkage.
Too drunk to talk to museum staff. So much for proper wednesdays
I don't know what possessed you to do that, but you have to give the stripper more money before you try to check her oil or they are going to throw us out every time you do that.
I bet his dick wears a tuxedo.
It's a "party harder or raise your standards" kind if night.
But the Super Mario beer pong table is more than appropriate.
How do you explain to a guy that he's like a little puppy dog that you play with, but then leave at the shelter to go home to your German Shepard?
Again??? Now we can't ever fucking go there again STOP PEEING IN FOYERS
Tell him "come over but don't bring a flaccid dick"
Wear something tight
Do you ever just feel the storm building inside of you that tells you you're ready for a giant indiscriminate fuckfest?
Her new crush is a 6'2" guacamole baron that may also be a Jedi.
Someone had to wrestle her in the chocolate pool, I'm glad I was man enough to step up and do it
Is it possible for mice to climb? If so I think mice are climbing into my bed in the night and playing with my hair..
I AM DRUNK AND AGGRESSIVE ABOUT CURLING!
The US is in the finals, aren't they.
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