Hm. I declare blue a flavor.
you were on all fours yelling at the earth to stop spinning.
My vagina has officially become a vortex for sexually confused frat guys.
He's hungover and at the neighbour's garage sale negotiating a price for a tuba.
My name in their phones is "That Girl". If i can't get it to go away, I might as well live up to it.
I came out, you were peeing on the car and when I asked why you said it deserved it because its a rental
this speak and spell drinking game will be the death of us all.
You were dancing with a coffee pot of rum in one hand and a joint in the other. So that should explain everything.
I just want brownies and waffles and someone to lick my tits
My vagina is screaming your name . Wtf did you do to it
YOU DRINK NOW BECAUSE YOU ARE A STRONG INDEPENDENT WOMAN WHO DOESN'T NEED A DRINKING PARTNER
I wonder whether Megan will forgive me if i have phone sex in her attic
So what's the protocol on sending your exes new wife a baby shower gift that says "thanks for getting him the hell out of my life, please keep him there!"?
The bouncers found you passed out on the toilet. They tried to move you but you refused and repeatedly shouted that you wanted to go out like Elvis.
Have you ever realized how weird it is to think that you've fucked someone and don't know what their handwriting looks like?
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