im never drinking mad dog again and i have your belt.
you're acting like its my fault you're allergic to sperm or something.
i told you we never speak of that again
i wish i could shrink down to the size of his dick so i could just thank it in person.
advice for life: when the cop takes your tallboy, don't ask for your coozy back
FUCK YOU CALIFORNIA. YOU DO NOTHING RIGHT. FIRST PROP 8 AND NOW THIS.
The goblet must only be used for good. And vodka. And anything t-pain would be proud of.
I'm not sure. But a mason jar of drug free urine just as soon as anyone can would be so awesome.
In the mean time, I'll continue to kick ass at running and become a successful stripper while he might hook up with one average looking girl he met at a club. I so win.
On the flip side Weston asked if he could move me to Wisconsin to be his "moto hoe" which is actually a thing apparently
I woke up in the basement of a pizza restaurant... I would say the tequila hit me pretty hard.
If someone tells me they're a paramedic, how inappropriate is it for me to ask what their save to kill ratio is?
well, unfortunately the rug burn lasted longer than the actual relationship
Oh and he asked if I would occasionally still blow him if we had children. It was so romantic.
Its official, kitchen-couch is my favorite.
You passed out again didn't you?
its likely that this occurred.
The same idiot-bubble, now just bigger and louder.
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