at some point to night u and I have a 'meeting' too...(1-737): I hope so
a kid who worked there came up to me and let me know you were sitting in the bathroom sink. he said it was fine, so i just kept checking on you.
I might scale it back and go as an investment banker. Which is the exact same costume as James Bond on LSD. I just introduce myself differently.
I feel like I just gave a blowjob to a freight train.
You told the cop at mobil to keep it real and look both ways before crossing the street.
I can't tell if they're having sex or watching the beach scene from Saving Private Ryan. All I know is I hear explosions and men screaming and crying
I told your dad we had a nice lunch and hung out for awhile. It seemed more appropriate than "I had a bite of his canned chili and then we ripped each others clothes off."
I refrained from asking a guy what he spilled on his dick because it smelled good. Morals.
It's called being normal.
May the one with the liver that just won't quit win
I woke up surrounded by goldfish. Thank God my laptop was here too. Now I don't have to leave my bed all day.
YOU WORK IN THE US CAPITOL! YOU CANNOT HAVE SEX IN THE BATHROOM!!
Dude, you are totally ruining intern season for me...
I know, but the fabulousness of my baggies should not be what defines my business as a drug dealer.
Not a or good or bad impression, just that you were all basically naked playing beer bong in sombreros and ties. Casual.
I left after he drunkenly went into the kitchen and started to make eggs with a shitload of garlic. First time I'd ever had a makeout session interrupted by eggs.
Pretty sure if we keep hanging out on Tuesdays there will be no whiskey left for the younger generations or the universe will implode....tomato tahmato
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