i voted for prop eight dipshit. more weddings = more CAKE.
I hope mine doesn't look like that
Dude, you just left me a 3 minute voicemail of pop rocks in your mouth. Im sitting right next you
brass monkey on radio. cant stop dancing.
Anywhere you can eat green eggs and ham, you can have sex.
you went through ur friends list and posted an obscene comment on every ultrasound pic...."not his" "looks like a sea monkey"
I figured you left because I was a shit show. Were you still there when I got locked in the bathroom and didn't know where I was? If not, that could have been a dream. I'm still not sure.
The sex was so good I went temporarily numb. Slightly embarrassing when she pointed out I was kissing my own arm.
Last awkward moment of 2011: your ex gf grinding on me in front of her husband.
I'll even be awesome and bring pizza for your family, just as a "hey thanks for letting a stranger get trashed at your house" gesture.
THESE BITCHES NOT IN MY MAJOR BETTER NOT FILL UP MY SLAVIC FAIRYTALES CLASS
The low-flow toilet at my office cannot handle the intensity of this hangover.
Dude did I even see you at the bar. Cause I was for sure there then the next second apparently I was crying next to my Christmas tree because nobody believed in me.
Like, I want sex but I also would be okay with Netflix
i was asked to be gay of honor by three different girls and NONE of the groomsmen at any of the weddings is open to experimenting. i mean whats the point then.
Randomize
