How is Miami?
Omk. I'm shitggaved om loincoln
So gin and wine won't be happening again
I'm driving to work with an ice pack on my vagina. how was your weekend?
Ok. Also I almost just threw up. Seriously. I was think to myself "really? Here? Now? At my work desk?" and then it went away.
Your job is getting in the way of our day drinking. Shots on the hour are not as cool alone.
I'll always be here to give you immoral support.
I really am. The stoner chick wants to get a python.
I'm reffing a fight in Fight Club I don't even know what I'm doing
I thought we were but then I freaked myself out. So I kind of geared him up for take off and then cancelled the launch
had a nice chat with the older gay fellow who works in the bakery at the new vons about vday...we both feel that it's a day of dashed expectations & concerns that we'll have to be cut out of our spanx
i just thought a plastic bag was my cat. i just pet a plastic bag. that high.
Not at all! I'll let your potential employer know you have a huge dick
PUT DOWN THE JOINT AND STEP AWAY FROM THE TRUSTAFARIAN
I don't think anything is more terrifying than the thought that you might shit your pants in front of your boss
And a hot pocket after we fucked. Heaven.
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