you dont need to remember merediths name haha. only jane
cant go down on her man, her vagoo reminds me of a face hugger from aliens
you kept calling numbers in ur phone book and saying, "I love your show, I'm a long time listener, first time caller."
no. you can't hotbox the world.
worst night to have a conscience
it was just fiscally responsible to stop going to strip clubs where the strippers recognized me
when "blow-job jen" drunk dials you at 3 in the morning, you answer
he just made me do "this little piggy" to his toes.
is it too much to get a jumbo margarita in a sippy cup right now?
there is no amount of schooling that prepares you for when your morbidly obese 45 year old patient tells you she has her clit pierced.
There should be a company that sends nadgrams. They're like candy grams except the recipient gets kicked in the balls.
What shitty, shitty thing could you possibly tell me that doesnt top the fact that i got hammered and showed everyone i could shit while running
She shit all over my seat. She is not allowed in my car under any circumstances. Not even with drugs. You can't forgive a shit.
Can I borrow your google glasses to make a sex tape?
Also, do you have any insight as to WHY I have a note saved from the 17th of June that reads *clears throat*, "you got that swanky blues libido"