If you can't do the LSAT hung over. You can't do the LSAT. That's the real practice.
I just found out my boyfriend is cheating on me, please tell me Carl is a unisex name.
I may have pooped in your shoe. or somewhere else in your closet. its unclear.
Hooking up with him would mean my type has officially become... drug dealer.
The cop and I then joined forces to get you up off the sidewalk.
There is a large, jolly black gentleman in the parking lot of my appartment complex yelling about 5am jelly doughnuts. I want to be where he's at.
I said:" get your jacket, get your beer and get the fuck out of here"
Firing someone with a rhyme is the new high point in my life.
No, trust me. Falling down the stairs is a fucking sobering experience.
Highlight of the night: paying my cell phone bill at the bar... I need to get laid.
Also. I plan to spend time with you at boomers, high, teaching ourselves how to pee standing up.
I had to physically pry the rocks out of your hands so you wouldn't throw them at the guy with the cowboy hat. You probably would've missed anyways.
I have seen you puke and 5 mins later rock my world. So there is hotness there that average people will never see..
Who knew she had talents apart from chugging wine spritzers
couldn't remember his name. introduced him as 'mr multiple orgasms'
We live walking distance from the coors factory. no, we do not have a dry week.
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