The shirt is mine, the pants are mine, the bra not so much
I wish I could google chicago male strippers on my work computer but I don't feel like talking to HR today
I just watched the quarterback of Purdue get shut down by a girl at a bar. not a good omen
I'm more concerned as to why he has a playlist entitled Dem Club Beats.
we drove through mcdonalds and ordered everything on the dollar menu. We told the workers that were making Super Size Me 2, drove away without paying and told them to bill our producer.
I feel as if I owe my bloodstream some tequila.
Just woke up with a blunt in each nostril and a lighter duct taped to my chest...good lookin out
We are hot boxing the gondola
I hate everything.
Its like the two hemispheres of my brain are in a death match but are two evenly matched for either side to win kinda drunk.
FYI...Jose likes Shamrock shakes better than Jack
I am one Jewel song away from suicide watch
Apparently I made a stripper cry last night when I paid her $10 to go away
I don't know. She kept pirouetting across the kitchen while making dinner. I just sat there stoned.
A little, yeah. We were stealing firewood from the neighbors (drunk), and figured it would be 10 times harder to be angry with us if we got caught if we were naked, and 100% more hilarious.
As you were leaving you yelled at the owners that the stairs weren't suitable for "intoxacapated" people and promptly fell down them.
So I WAS right.
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