I miss Bob Barker.
Yeah, more like Douche Carey...
I climb out of my sunroof. I mean its kind of embarrassing but part of me feels awesome and ninja like.
Beverly Hills, 90210. Cleveland Browns, 0.
Pre-St Patricks Day Log: Threw up across a 14ft radius, this is why the irish dont drink tequila
She said i saw her in the study room, waved, disappeared, came back with a coke from god knows where, and slurred "i have a drinking problem but i ate grits"
I'm having horrible flashbacks of being groped by Pauly Shore.
Although, I did get to see a Raiders fan and his toothless girlfriend get roughed up by the police and dragged out of the stadium. So the night wasn't a total loss.
I DON'T EVEN KNOW ONE MINUTE IM SITTING HER THE NEXT IM FLYING PASSED THE MOON
PISSING MYSELF IN ZERO GRAVITY
THOSE AIN'T STARS U SEE TONIGHT GURL
On Friday, can we drink like its Civil Wars times and the doctor's coming to saw off our gangreen infected legs?
I did not appreciate your texts about spanking at 3'o'clock this morning.
I finally broke my dry spell. I did it. D-do-da-Dora.
I washed my sheets. I did out of respect for my previous and current sexual partners.
I'm so festive that I used my jack o lantern bucket as a just in case barf bin
Rarely does a man I fucked with upgrade from me
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