He seemed more like the type to get donkey punched by a she-male hooker to me
just hang any plant up and call it mistletoe.
I'm starting to think The only feelings I have anymore are drunk and hung over
you can't hurt those
And then I interrupted the father of the groom, to ask if she was "ballet or pole" in the middle of his story about his niece, the dancer.
That combination of brocholi bacon eggs cheese ketchup and pasta would have been a revaltion had you not thrown up on the stove and put out the pilot light
and then some norwegians asked us to be in their porno.
I STRONGLY considered not bringing that guy home with me last night simply because I'd JUST changed my sheets that morning.
After we fucked he shhhh'd me and said your welcome
We are, if nothing else, classy enough to leave our 10 mini bottles of wine in a polite line on the floor of the movie theater.
In less than 24 hrs I went from conversing with Nobel Laureate, to hangover vomiting in front of a drive thru cashier
Feel better punkin. Your balls will be gently resting on my forehead in no time
I buy a new bowl every time I get a new guy. It's retail therapy.
I don't know about this Sanders guy after all. I'm voting for MYSTERY BABYLON, WHORE OF ALL THE EARTH
Hillary?
IT IS NICKEL SHIT NIGHT
*shot. Why
I would just like to say that I was the one who said that we should find scissors, when they were cutting your hair with a kitchen knife. I am responsible.
I still feel bad for it, even though I technically only videotaped it and helped will to distract the questioning neighbor
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