We almost didn't get a second pitcher, but now we're getting a sixth.
words of advice: black light parties reveal cum stained clothing.
I don't believe these are real court rooms. They look absolutely nothing like law and order.
I asked her if she wanted to make this a permanent exclusive thing instead of a fuck buddy thing, and she just looked at me like I'm an idiot.
That's because you are an idiot.
When she talks to me all I hear are 5 generations of inbreeding speaking.
And PS thanks for calling it my "sexual liberation" and not "slut fest 2010: part deux!"
I found my underwear on the sidewalk 8 blocks from her house while on my walk of shame. I also found our beer bag and a full beer in the bush.
I don't think it's considwred fine dining when you're passing out at golden palace in chinatown at 4 am with you boss who happens to be wearing a dress.
I just told my mother my "if there are drugs I'm only taking them if I don't have to pay" rule and witnessed her perception of my shatter and crumble behind her eyes.
Okay. So I've done lines off a bible. But that's just for the sake of being cliché.
They have beer where we have blood.
I'm thinking my boss switched to all cordless keyboards and mouses so that none of us would hang ourselves in the office.
YOU TOOK A FUCKING SNAP OF ME TRYING TO PEE! I'M GOING TO FUCK YOU WITH THE BUSINESS END OF A RUTED RAKE!
I don't know man. She said my cock made her promises my heart couldn't fulfill.
Dude, Kevin called the cops on the cops.
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