We owe the rent and you're unemployed...you're in no financial position to flirt with cocaine addiction.
you took out flashcards at the bar and went around asking guys what totalitarianism meant.
Working out to an exercise video on OnDemand. Also, drinking beer and eating cream cheese with a side of bagel in between stretches.
So the bar isnt gonna put that broken window on my tab. appaerently they want cash
he belly flopped onto the beer pong table, and almost boke his face, so at that point we decided swimming would be safer for him.
Your lack of enthusiasm for my exciting news of drunken debauchery with an otherwise occupied vagina of one of my greatest conquests yet disturbs me. I'm not happy with you
I just opened a pickle jar stoned as fuck. I clapped for myself. I feel like wonder woman.
It's no shave November. This is our time.
I just got winded making my bed. How do you think the workout plan is going?
Do him. As soon as possible and as often as possible. That's what Oprah would say
I should probably eat a Plan B. Pill for breakfast. Happy Halloween.
Granted every 20 shifts of working there you seem to be on par to receive some sort of racy satisfying sexual encounter which money can’t buy
beach body workouts will consist of dancing and cocaine, and sugar free redbull
You know you're more responsible when you turn down your bed and make a clear path to it before you go out..
Dude, running 15 min late.
Let's play a game, you pay for all the drinks I can finish before you get here. Go.
Randomize
