so i just googled the prescription for aldara i saw on your desk this morning...
Here's my recipe for happiness. Go get a pen. 1. smoke a bowl 2. put on explosions in the sky 3. take a bath. Do this for about 1 hour or until all your problems go away.
I mean come on, he's the best quarterback in the state and doesn't even know how to put on condom
saturday- my day is open, my legs are not. you in?
well apparently not.
he literaly had industrial grade plastic underneth his blankets
They let me out of the holding cell just in time for me to get the morning-after-pill. Rock bottom feels even worse with all those hormones.
I'm having horrible flashbacks of being groped by Pauly Shore.
My nipple ring got caught on the rug again. Tequila makes me unlearn these things
I was able to hide the fact that I had just shit in my pants, and then wupped her ass at FIFA
So I found a skull ring inside me this morning. I'm assuming its yours, so I'll leave it in my mailbox for you - it looks expensive.
If we tried baptizing you I feel the water would start boiling around you.
when in doubt, mount your coworker in the staff room.
I bet you there is porn for people who get off on someone rubbing Chipotle on themselves
... and this time i WILL NOT make out with anyone dressed as batman.
you were shouting "me peeing on him is the closest he'll EVER get to my vagina!"
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