Can i not drive my cunt home
I'm pretty sure I left my reasoning skills at home last night, and just brought anger and rage with me.
also, did you notice that when he quoted your email he used MLA format?
All I can tell you is you will need a rain slicker for tonight's festivities. Any clothes underneath would be highly frowned upon as well.
I booked us a cruise for November. Lose 20 pounds and don't cheat on me before then.
I think off duty cops drove me home. I may have been hitchhiking
It's a special occasion. Hence the 151.
they were fucking between cars in the parking lot and everyone was cheering at them.
Oh we will ALWAYS be together. Or I'll have to delete my Facebook altogether. I've drunkenly boobie trapped photos of us into every album. There's no way I'd ever have the patience to go through that deletion process.
But I was triple fisting doubles, that's bound to be a good time. Might have a broken collarbone though.
I had to explain to the waiter that I'm not the DD because I can't drive, but as the Designated 'Make Sure No One Gets Roofied Or Hit By A Car On The Walk Home'-er, I should still get the free drinks.
No one is allowed to go to bed until all bottles are finished, I don't want to feel my face tongiht. Do you understand?
I have to estimate how long it takes them to get to the bedroom so that I can sneak out of my room and get snacks. If she's anything like me, they're in bed the second he gets here and I can get snacks now
I feel as if I need Plan B just being in the same room as them for more than 5 minutes.
Please don't throw the wedding bouquet at me
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