i woke up with a shirt on. the kids in my daycare group had a lot of questions when i took off my shirt at the pool to reveal "property of brittany" written on my chest and an arrow pointing to my dick.
I'm going on a nature/throwup walk. Don't lock me out of the apartment.
Margaritas are 250 calories. Now measuring all food in margaritas
Stripper pole. Sore legs. More vaca money.
We're knee deep in HJ's right now.
I HAVE A PIGEON IN MY JACKET.
Thanks man, but unless some hot chick comes in to work with a case of beer and offers me a head job, I'm pretty much screwed for New Years
he got all sad that i was going to fuck his roommate, so i just asked him if it would make him feel better if I let him motor boat me. i am such a saint.
I drank it. I drank the beer from '78. I drank my bday beer, I drank my soul
All I vaguely remember from last night is getting up on that nice mahogany table and debating about squirrel's rights
True love: he brought me a margarita while I was n the shower. He's a keeper.
I'm just opting for alcohol abuse, ramen and cuddling with my dog for now.
i had a super strange, mommy/daddy issuestastic, mildly freudian, i-might-as-well-become-a-stripper-now-and-stop-fighting-the-inevitable dream last night :(
So anyways, we returned the toilet paper and decided to use the money for taco bell and slurpees instead...
Do you think Root Touch Up or Just for Men would work better on pubes?
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