clay aiken is like melissa ehteridge without the guitar.
These 3 days between Christmas and new years when all the bosses are on vacation are essentially a competition to see who can do the least amount of work
his penis was the training wheels of my sex life
All four of us managed to throw up in the same bathroom at different times during the night. I think we'll get along great living together.
can't make this up: he's writing lyrics for the musical reenactment of how he met her @ an anime convention to perform at their wedding. yes, there'll also be dance routines involved.
You threw up on yourself, then proceeded to tell us "to not make a mess in your car"
At the hospital. Forgot we locked Eric out of the house last night as a joke. Hypothermia's a bitch.
oh and then you called a time out with your penis
you flashed my boyfriend last night so i tackled you to the floor. you may be a bit sore.
Just puke n rally. People can't judge, it's syllabus week.
You go to bars with sophisticated older men, I steal lawn ornaments. Priorities
Just drove by where I lost my sausage gravy virginity
I also made him write a nonfiction romance novel about what happened and to give it to me when the time was right
I almost got decked by a guy who looked like Mr. Clean. How was your night?
It was just a hint of nipple. I kept it classy!
Do you even hear yourself?
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