i have no idea who im with but someones making meatballs. im going to stay.
i think our first tip to leave should have been when we saw the drinks were coming out of a gas can
i have wind burn on my face from my head hanging out the window of the cab vomitting
Ah, I knew it wouldn't be long before my boobs were introduced into the conversation.
We are NOT roofying him just to get him to pass out so we can build a masive snow cock in his yard.
I just found our entire wall-to-wall from September 2006 printed out and clipped... it's 49 pages. Blackout me is so considerate of bored-at-work me
By the way, I'm pretty sure your husband is publicly advocating more BJs for my husband, via Facebook.
Mom brought home a 36 pack of Smirnoff and was all "ring any bells?" and then winked. I'm scared. What does she know?
Bang-toberfest begins!!
It sucks laughing and vomiting at the same time, trust me. I kind of remember
"Just cut me in half. Then take half of me home. And leave the other half here. Cuz I can't see."
I found three vicadin and a pint of fireball with the note. In case of emergency drink me under their sink.
Just recreated a sandwich from the caf in my own kitchen. Graduation denial at it's finest.
I'm not breaking up with him because his husky is having puppies.
That is our entire relationship. We match bowls and give each other head. What more could you possibly want?
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