it was like the sexual equivalent of when Wilson fell off the raft and floated away
If you dont, I will tell Dad you are gay.
Fine, and I will tell him you fucked his business partner
Previous statement retracted.
she actually told me to ignore the cokeheads in the corner with knives.
All I remember is taking a bath, puking in the bath water numerous times while trying to wash myself and I must of eventually given up
Our room will be decorated with my urine.
I hate being near you and not being able to do what I want. It's like a recovering alcoholic tending bar. I feel like Sam Malone. Except I can't bang the cute chick I work with.
I may or may not have puked in the ladies room. Now I get to convince my client to go to substance abuse treatment. Oh, the irony.
CSI Miami is on and the guy is trying to save this woman who got shot. By stripping off his shirt & belt. THE WOMAN NEEDS YOUR PANTS OFF TOO
I heard them banging and it sounded like he was trying to stuff a fucking coconut into her
I'm drunk and I have your birth certificate
I knew I'd like her from the moment she supported me messing around with my co-worker on my lunch break
I wonder if there is a über wall of shame that you are currently on. Like between drivers.
So, then you thought it was a good idea to dress up like the Hamburglar, buy a bag full of McDonalds hamburgers, go to Burger King and throw them at everyone while screaming "HAMBURGLAR!". At that point there was no stopping you.
Was that you calling me at 4am asking to borrow a rubber ducky and a tampon?
You just kept yelling "you ain't got no pancake mix." to the tv screen
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