Someone just proposed in Subway. Trying not to laugh.
we drove through mcdonalds and ordered everything on the dollar menu. We told the workers that were making Super Size Me 2, drove away without paying and told them to bill our producer.
High enough to fry lime slices.....tasted like shit, by the way
I feel like i got beat with a pillowcase full of tequila shots.
Listen. I'm a changed woman. I have no problem using him for sex.
Also on a more serious note, what says pull my hair more: straight or soft curls?
We found you passed out clutching your purse. There was 16oz of unopened cheddar cheese inside. You just kept saying SALSA YES.
Right, because I totally see myself driving all the way down there to fuck his world famous penis.
No, i will not have sex with him again. It felt like he was trying to bulldoze his way through me. My vagina is on strike.
Throwing up out both ends. This is not how I pictured adulthood.
so she gave me back a bag of clothing, had some boxers in it...they werent mine.... well that sums up 5 years of my life
All I got was pictures of my boss and dicks. So, that was the end of snapchat.
At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if he laughs at all of our attempts to keep him sober.
It was an entirely appropriate time and place for sexual thoughts.
That doesn't make it ok to play by play me your honeymoon!
Two words: nipple clamps
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