your butthole totally puckers for the ginge
Babe! I just farted and I swear to jesus lord christ that it sounded like ur name! Ok, more like Meeatt but still... awesome.
And. No one ejaculated on anyones face. This is all wrong
Changing from sweatpants to jeans at 3 in the afternoon makes the day seem so much more productive than it actually was.
I got shot at last night. Lesson about married chicks: learned.
Y'all best leave this "I can only have a couple drinks" shit at the door. U don't drive to Yukon to have a shot. I'm getting u fuckers drunk.
On a scale of one to liver failure, how bad would it be if I played thunderstruck alone?
The bond between me and cheese is something no man can understand.
Maybe it's because I walked straight up to that shelf of vodka with a look of determination that said "I mean business".
I usually have to have a cart! If that doesn't say "I mean business" then I don't know what does
I just figured out the time exactly by how many shots and beers that I've had since this morning. I either have a terrible problem, or a great solution.
Im wearing a bra. Made of paint.
I think he has some internal "man stuff" that keeps getting in the way.
Like alcoholism and general douchbagary.
You're wasting your dick. It needs to be bestowed upon the masses.
The more time I spend surrounded by Mormons, the more I miss alcohol.
Well we found Mark's missing underwear. They're pinned up on Mike's trophy wall.
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