I dont need to watch it. And stop comparing your life to Entourage.
You stuck the head of a rubber chicken you found in her house up your ass and then started running around her living room. Naked.
We may or may not have a drunk cat on our hands.
Ian has mac and cheese all in his bed/on the wall. Either you did it or he fell asleep with a bowl in his hand and spasmed in his sleep.
Cooked or uncooked?
she keeps The Day After Pill in her bra... there is a God.
bubblegum was invented today. we're getting drunk. end of story.
we literally spent four hours convincing you that all 5 of your toes were there. no more everclear on a tuesday.
I'm not an expert but calling her the "hot lesbian" isn't going to coerce her into a 3some with you
He has an intense fear that my cat will attack his balls while we're fucking
It's okay. My lingerie drawer is skanky enough for the two of us. Even across borders.
We hotboxed his closet and accidentally lit some of his shirts on fire... do we have a fire extinguisher?
My tongue is raw from licking all that salt with my tequila shots...happy cinco de mayo
Tony's mom to him at breakfast: "I found the shirt you wore last night in the bushes this morning."
Honestly I volunteered because the email made it sound like it was a once in a lifetime opportunity to be a sexual spy kid.
Look, I've got a really big car. We just need to put ourselves in it and put some body parts in other body parts.
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