Im listening to a jazz version of dick in a box.
me and this guy in my office just exchanged an "i saw you at a drag show last night" look as he passed by my desk.
Apparently he ran around last night saying he was 'the hulk hogan of muff diving'
Sooo just headbutted a stripper, meet you outside
Does saving a line for myself for the morning so I don't seem hungover at work count as responsibility?
Adult decisions.
And the horses in Central Park have blankets. And Rafiki just told me "it is time" in the back of our cab.
Living in the dorms has served one purpose and one purpose only for me: to teach me that pooping in public bathrooms is okay and that I can do it
BING! You are now free to move about my panties. He just left for work.
So again no comment on the cleavage. I'm a bit disappointed. If those girls come together to make cleavage AND I send you a pic of it, you have to comment on it. That's like relationship 101.
his daughter has his phone and goesss ohhh boobies and shows me a picture of my own tits...
Today was brought to you by the letter B for beer and bourbon and the number fuck you I'm meant to be studying not hungover
you need a warning label. Just announcing that you are Scottish is seen more as a challenge. Those guys have no idea what they are getting into.
I didn't see her "bad karma" tattoo until after I was balls deep
I pack a first-aid kit when I DD for you. What does that tell you about your partying? For what I see and do, paying my food and gas for the night is a goddamn BARGAIN.
Dude, I just turned down sexual favours because I need to study... What the fuck is wrong with me?
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