...So a 6 ft tall drag queen in heels I would kill for just told me I have a dunkable ass. I'm confused...but I'll take any compliment I can.
but instead of smelling like hand cream and homemade cookies, she smells like a yeast infection.
Depending on hangover severity. The fact that I can spell severity is in your favor.
She answered the door wearing a blanket and holding a golf club. I was too late for this party.
She's using our floating beer pong table as an air mattress to sleep on.
She saves ONE person's life while blacked out and now she's positive anything can be done "while fucking hammered"
You were crying and singing wanted dead or alive while trying to eat cold soup, I think that pathetic is an understatement
I went in the closet and cried, then the bathroom and cried, and lastly he showed me his penis and I cried. It was a weird night.
We found her on the balcony debating if it was easier to jump or throw up. Neither decision would not have been good for the 91 year old below us.
What happened with the girl wasn't a gay thing. It was just a mutual respect and want for sex. The guys just weren't there.
Call it what you want. You fucked a girl.
Would you judge me if I made John grow a bush while he is in Cancun so he doesn't cheat on me?
Human centipede...with the teletubbies. That's what my nightmare had in it.
I don't even want to know.
He told me I have nice nipples. You can't just tell someone that and then leave the state!
It's like the cookie assaulted me with being high.
someone just "made it rain" kraft processed sliced cheese. i forgot what it was like to be home...
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