Only at my house do scrabble games turn into fist fights. I won though... the fight not the board game.
So... i mean if they do have cameras in his apartment buildings pool room atleast we gave them a little show.
He just ordered a bottle of Beam at an Italian place for us to share.
thank you for letting me use your house as a brothel.
This morning two of his housemate threw confetti over me, started singing and handed me a make shift trophy out of cereal boxes and beer cans that said 'Harry's Virginity' on it. Fucking brilliant!
The engagement ring savings account is now the strippers and gin savings account. What are you doing tonight?
That commercial was clearly aspirational. I think Arbor Mist would pair nicely with Oscar Meyer
David pulled a magic mike again and started stripping on every street sign we passed.
If there's one thing i learned from edward 40hands is that i couldnt handle life with bottles for hands
I wanna go back to school and change my major to psych just to make a case study out of her
I mean I only got hit in the ass with ONE firework
You dropped my mother on the dance floor. She has a concussion. You didn't apologize. Don't speak to me for a while.
What'd I miss?
Erotic hypnosis and studded dog collars.
He nailed that bed down really well so it won't break again. All I could think while he was nailing it was "challenge accepted".
So I figured it out. There's two types of shitters. Moaners and grunters. And on occasion there's a third. It's the ill fabled grunt moaner.
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