i didnt like the question options for my yahoo account..so i made up the question and it was "favorite bathroom to shit in"
I just had the ultimate walk of shame. I'm barefoot, in his gym short with vomit in my hair and I walked half a mile through campus. At noon. Thanks for picking up ur phone
Baffled as to how I'm gonna get 150lbs of sand out of my basement.
Yo. I have a shitload of cardboard. We have to build a smoke hut in the smoke room with a tunnel connected to a cat house. This way the kitty can join us whenever she pleases
the party has pretty much ended, it's just 20ish of us jumping and grinding to music from some guy's phone in the corner.
This is the weirdest negotiation ever.
This is what happens when two people with zero shame try to argue.
She ran over a curb, took out a yard-sale sign and hit a fence before admitting to me that she may be losing her vision "a bit". Never letting grandma drive again.
Every time I someone I meet again from that wedding it turns into the "Oh your the guy who puked in the hallway and passed out in front of the elevator."
I have this rep as a wingman for a reason. I'm like a poon caddy. "You might want to use a 9 iron on this hole. "
That's probably when I climbed a tree and told everyone I was an ornament
I woke up to his balls in my face, so naturally I limboed under him and headed to the bathroom. When I came out he was asleep on the floor.
Also, full disclose I puked in a fruit barrel box
Will you skip merrily into hell with me?
How is it that on the one day I'm just moving my car at 6:30 I get the walk of shame looks but when I come home at 9 am in a torn dress holding heels old ladies smile at me?
How much have you had to drink?
Qhaghao Oslo?
That seems like quite a lot.
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