I missed Saved by the Bell this morning, but Ashley in a later episode of Fresh Prince is keeping the morning wood alive.
I was so drunk last night, I had to Wikipedia what i did.
There's a "art of the blow job" class in the city. We should go
Baby, I'm all set with that. That would be like trying to teach bruce lee how to kick someone in the head
I have a dream, to one day wake up next to a girl, walk to the washroom and kick her kids toys out of the way. That day has come, yes we can.
She rode me to the beat of Baby Got Back. I swear to god.
We're too lazy to do dishes, so we're making sangria in a flower vase.
considering I showed up there after a xanax, 2 bottles of champagne and some coke, no shirt and someone else s husband... I'm sure you can figure that one out.
at least the cop wrote "happy birthday" on the ticket.
Emily is drunk. We're coming to see you at work and we're bringing jello shots for you.
Like if a baby's bottom had nipples, that's how my boobs feel
But we only had three ninja turtles. So everyone that would ask us where Donatello was, we would say "what? He's gone? Shredder is at it again!"
Killing two birds with one stone tonight: mastrabation meditation. Win win.
I knew I wanted to marry her when we got in that bar fight and she full-nelsoned a guy while I worked his kidneys. I knew then we had to breed
I may have passed out and puked all over the host's favorite couch, but three hours and a rip later, I was eating tiramisu in the bathtub with the birthday boy and a hot Italian.
Shame is for Republicans.
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