He's on drugs...like drugs for horses.
no ping pong balls so we're playing beer pong with an ornament. you can't tell me that's not festive.
I just found out my birth date is Pick Your Poison Day. Goodbye, conscience, forever. I was born to live like this.
Every single time I start thinking that we shouldn't have done that to him, I think of his ballsack in our passed out faces. No sympathy.
its like accelerated beer pong for children.....we train champions young
Well if all fails we can always become surrogate mothers. I hear that pays well.
If you can get laid in a rudolph onesie you are doing something right my friend.
I can't tell you what you just drank, that would ruin the point of Mystery Monday.
Maybe he meant to say like I love fucking you? But just forgot the fucking part.. That's what I'm telling myself.
He left npr on the whole time when we were doing it. ironic that i lost it on the 100th anniversary of the titanic. thanks michelle norris.
Next Halloween I want us to dress up as jockeys, get drunk, and ride a carousel all night until we throw up or declare a winner
My gynecologist just said "don't worry, this won't be as hard as…well…" A FUCKING SEX JOKE NO
Ok despite the fact that both you and I love dick we could have a great marriage
She dated an Australian guy or some dude with an accent. Normal guys don't stand a chance.
CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.
You spilled your drink, and we laughed so hard my boobs popped out of my shirt.
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