let's have our labels/stereotypes/careers for each kid by next week.
oh how i love working at summer camp.
I told her I had to go to work this morning, got fully dressed in a suit, walked her out, drove around the block, parked, and walked right back in my apt and went back to sleep..
I fucked her on my hockey bag. it doesnt get any more Canadian than that.
I still havent given him the valentines day card i got him. I feel like just writting...."sorry for the horrible blow job i gave u last night." and just giving it to him.
All I remember is yelling RUN as fireworks started going off in the kitchen. Who said that was a bad idea?
It's a line of coke at 10 a.m. kind of Saturday. Don't be a pussy about life.
My suggestion that we all just smoke some weed was greeted with a uncomfrotable silence and a 'maybe later'. These are not our people
we didnt even make it to the club...the two of us were sharing a plastc bag in the taxi puking into it.
This coming from the girl who broke up with a guy because she found out he played the tuba in middle school.
Obviously you've never slept with someone who was deliverance level inbred.
I found a video of myself completely naked on my phone giving a drunk tutorial on how to shit properly while blindfolded. Did you record it?
btw im having a "its finally warm enough for a bbq in Toronto" party tonight. bring all the alcohol you have. and hamburger buns.
I definitely don't remember licking the drag queens boob.
You thought they were asking for volunteers for a karaoke contest so you jumped up not realizing it was actually a "last 3 minutes boxing match". But you took that right hook like a champ.
I love you but this is the first Saturday I have ever spent at the police station. And where are my boxers?
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