I've had that scene from "Parenthood" where Rick Moranis' character is singing "Close To You" to his wife in classroom, stuck in my head all morning.
I guess my mind is just wondering whatever happened to Rick Mornais.
I fucking love fucking science majors-- she told me that she wanted to know if her gag reflex got better or worse with alcohol, and that her initial evidence had been inconclusive. So, next few weeks, yeah, gettin blown periodically. All I have to do is keep a log.
How was the bike ride?
Nope. High in the basement. Fruit cups.
Weddings at vineyards should never be allowed to happen. I'm pretty sure I drank every bottle they produced in 2008.
I only have two new blunt burns this year as opposed to freshman year's 6. This is growing up.
he put $150 on the cabs dash so 9 of us could pile in and ride 3 blocks to the apartment.
She crushed my hand with the box spring last time, so it's all good.
he was spitting whole peanuts projectile out of his mouth at the waitresses as they walked by and then yelled across the restaurant that he had "no problem kicking any of their asses"
I will keep you posted and someday if we daydrink teach you how to do a footjob
I think you're my mermaid sister. Separated at birth, by sea.
I smell like a skunk, but I'm okay with that.
Didn't want to waste the cheese dust from the white cheddar popcorn, so I gave him a handjob, followed by the most delicious blowjob ever. Win-win.
Let's be honest, I've seen a decent amount of dicks in my life and very few of them have been worth all the trouble.
I made a powerpoint to trip to.
you are so studious.
On a scale from 1 to 10 how gross is it to get a chili dog from a vending machine?
Randomize
