We found an eightball on the ground last night. I mean, really, who does that?
Awesome, the library of congress archived all tweets. Now my great great grandchildren can pinpoint the date they inherited alcoholism.
So, does it mean i'm loose if he can't even tell when he fell out?
toilet paper cling ons are not as adorable as the little red cub makes them look on the charmin commercials.
he/she has shaved legs and makeup on. but a spare tire stomach, high socks with high heels...a wig and glasses. and still talked like a man. it was a nightmare scenario
just because she threw up on my junk doesnt mean i dont like asians anymore
walking back to the dorm.. she is flashing evryone, demanding beads. we tried to stop her and now she just keeps yelling "Bourbon st bitchesss"... you get her tomorrow
Like lay upon bear skin rugs, drink brandy and reminisce of the yesteryear's before a majestic fire place? Because those are my plans.
Ripped as fuck driving to get a portrait of my cat tattooed on my arm
You should come by for the fire station blow job tour
Also, nothing screams "don't talk to me because I'm unstable" like walking around eating cookie dough out of the package.
Just try not to burn your pubes off with sparklers this year.
No promises
I only had ten dollars. So leave it to Katie to somehow makeout with the bartender, on his shift mind you, and get free drinks.
Maybe if I ever do become a counselor, I would just implement a kind of intensive meme therapy.
That was fun and all, but let's never have sex on a ladder ever again.
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