I just did your MASH and your life is pretty unfortunate. Youre marrying the tech guy for love. you live in a shack and you're a hooker and you make $1 a day. you drive a brown limo and you have 7 kids
We each get one free throw up cleaning, no questions asked.
Best thing law school has taught me: how to use logic to turn a girls "no I will not have sex with you" into "well I might as well get laid"
i have to go- we're throwing the dummy from the balcony again
Next time he asks to wax your nipple while you're passed out I promise I'll be sober enough to intervene.
Luckily my prof thought I was puking from nerves and gave me motivational mini speeches the entire final.
Well she started to strip and when she slung her hair at me, she painted my face with sweat. A LOT OF SWEAT. It was a weird boner.
But you can't tell me I give the best blow jobs and then not break up with your girlfriend who has fucking TMJ! Come on!
The best was when you were crying, and trying to get the bouncer to "understand you AS A HUMAN BEING"
The only thing that got rode last night was the shit face train. I brought him home to see wht all the hype was about and he just started crying and puking in my bathroom.
he's had a change of heart. and besides, we could use a laugh.
oh, well, if you all need a good laugh, by all means endanger my life.
We need to talk about your improper dealings with the town drug dealer.
you got drunk, told him he looked like shaggy and said 'I wouldn't show you my mystery machine for all the scooby snacks in the world'
I hope April is a better month for dicks. March has been very disappointing.
on a scale of one to ten where does vomming from being hungover during a professionalism lecture fit
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