Laughlin, where retired strippers come to die.
Either these are mashed potatoes in my pants, or I was drunker than I thought.
Found a bar with a washer and dryer and they serve food. I never have to leave
so the good news is that i can't possibly burn my eyelashes off tonight at the bbq.
I don't know what to be prouder of: the fact that last night i was able to successfully find my way home from evanston with 3-d glasses on, or that i was able to make my way around my house in the dark with my pants around my ankles
Whiskey and an unstable home life is apparently the fountain that 20-something boys like to drink from.
I was smelling my bathroom to make sure it didn't reek of weed...I spaced out and realized I was face to the wall sniffing it for 5 minutes.
For the record, it's NEVER ok to discuss my stripper-related injuries with my fiance.
She was yelling at the tater tots, "In five minutes, you're going in my mouth!"
I think you should do the fixer upper relationship. Like lawyers do pro bono work with underserved populations, you can do pro bono relationship work.
Be happy for me... Or horny... Or be a really good friend and feel what I want you to feel. Jealousy
Do you know this guy sitting in front of us? Asking for my vagina.
I'm really interested in the size of his penis so report back on that one
she broke a 50 dollar bottle of alcohol. then passed out in front of her car and got sprayed by a skunk
I would cock slap so many things if I had a cock.
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