I guess what I'm trying to say is you've fucked more people than the economy.
I was so hungover that I had to stop in the middle of the game and throw up. The fans cheered.
If this herpes test comes back negative I'm asking out the doctor.
You came back with four clearly unattractive women and wanted to throw a dance party in my room.
That's science, my friend. Boner science.
3 things. 1) we need alcohol 2) we need alcohol 3) we need tortilla chips. Let's make a plan. Bro shakes and salsa.
We just set the fire alarm off with a fog machine. What's my first instinct? Finish my drink. I think I handled that correctly.
if I see a bottle of vodka right now I'll probably throw up gum I swallowed when I was a kid
porn backed up onto portable hard disk, laptop charged, battery backup in place, two cases beer, handle of vodka, poptarts and beef jerky --- bring it sandy.
It was a book called Gay Safari.
I'm so happy for you now that you have found your perfect porn novel.
A little sexual choking never killed anyone. And if it did, they died happy.
But I'm a half a mile from my bed. And I have the hiccups. I hate hiccups.
The awkward moment when a lady ask you what kind of lipliner you're using, but really I have just finished eating hot cheetos.
SOME DUDE PUT OUT FOR A MCCHICKEN AND YET YOU STILL WON'T FUCK ME
I woke up in the middle of the night on all fours turning circles in my bed! No more patron for me!
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