It doesn't have to be a walk of shame...just pretend he took you to breakfast.
No one shows this much boob at breakfast
i can't help myself.. i am just so in love with the kitchen manager.
...he was wearing JNCO shorts.. i'm pretty sure i saw the dragon.
I'm dreading the fact that when the dominoes guy comes, he will ask me if i placed an order under the name "high as shit".
The only dream I remember having is one where my dad's sperm turned into baby hippos. Like, tiny baby hippos, pocket-sized. I am so fucked up.
Theres just something about looking at pictures of your dick in church that doesn't feel right
I know now the amount of smoke it takes to set off the fire alarm....no longer worried about using the bong...not even close
There is a 15" subwoofer mounted inside our fridge. I've never been more proud of myself.
Just saw him riding in a basket on the front of a bike trying to feed the other guy beer. He screamed 'PARTY BIKE BITCHES!' at me as they rode past.
I lied. He's hitting on a drag queen now. Should I rescue him or take pictures?
Found a single cinnamon toast crunch between my butt cheeks. We did work last night
If you hear a sad honk in the wind it is me.
Then he rubbed shampoo all over my arm and shouted, "Garnier FUCK THIS."
i have never been so sexually frustrated as I am right now. I feel like dying...is death an option?
She made sure everyone knew we were doing shots for her dead grandma.
I'm gonna give the church their tithe, and the rest is a down payment on boobs.
Did you know that chef boy-ar-dee was a real person? I watched a show about him. the history of the ravioli is more scandalous than you would think.
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