google image searching george stephanopoulos at 1 AM on a saturday night...once again
you went around and groping mens pants to see "which was worthy" of you to go home with.
he met me at the airport with a welcome home sign with a grilled cheese, PBR and a blow job on it. i missed america.
No, he attached a coozie to his crutches so he can carry his beer around the party.
I'll have to explain it to you tonight when i call drunk. It will sound better
I miss the time when Mondays weren't the new Thursdays. I can't drink like my 17 year old self anymore.
We should start a Help That Bitch Out Fund and split the donations evenly between you two.
I'll just be here. Naked. Eating tots and jello like a muh fuggin G
Front seat of an Escalade in a limo-service parking lot. That is all.
There just aren't enough words in the English language to convey my deep and abiding love of your cock. So I am beefing up on my Portuguese.
My wife ladies and gentlemen! Love ya babe.
Once again I am on the toilet and refuse to get up
What a great time to reflect on life
Ok here's the state of the situation: We're alone in a strange city with strange people with nothing but alcohol and sprite, I think we're gonna make it.
The sad part is that if I don't get a random pic of your balls or ass or both every month, I start to worry that we're not friends anymore
Evvvvvveryone knows we hooked up in the DJ booth. People call it the BJ booth now. I've created a legacy
On a scale of 1-10 I’m at biblical violence
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