even my worst enemy doesn't deserve a bush like that
Rule #1. Nothing comes between you and fantasy sports. Not even a hot chick willing to give you a blow job
it went kinda like vodka, childhood memories, screaming/cursing, fist fight, tears, broken shit, passing out. in that order. tis the season.
Just hide your weed in your baby brothers shirt. TSA wont check a baby, thats fucked up
I don't know if it was the room or her, but as soon as the pants came off, it smelt like a locker room and old man farts.
One reason I don't come to Portland. I saw 8 guys I have had sex with last night. At the same party.
By 8 I mean 9.
And by 9 I mean 10.
The bathroom is trashed. Someone took down all the rings of the shower curtain and Scott threw up on the curtain liner. All the soap and shampoo is in the guest bedroom and the lightbulbs are in a drawer. And there are vom footprints.
A giant panda just asked me for a cigarette and said "man pandas gotta smoke too." There is something wrong with this place.
I know he's not here, but I can still see him. I found some of my old stash and its good shit so its expected to see sunlight at night and scary llama men. Midgets or otherwise.
Pretty sure that propositioning you to fly across the country for sex fest '13 isn't something my husband would approve of.
So I have to masturbate in a hospital. I wonder what kind of porn they have.
I think you should do the fixer upper relationship. Like lawyers do pro bono work with underserved populations, you can do pro bono relationship work.
I am googling "notable people who had syphilis"
I knew the bike rally would be fun when I saw "male pole dancing" on the schedule
It's only 3 AM. There's still time to get arrested today.
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