So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
david just texted me. reply with photo of genitalia? y/n
I was debating whether her purse was real then I saw her puke in it.
im at a loss of words.... a stripper is dancing to a Justin Bieber song.
Like if I don't roll around in my puke, the night will be a failure.
there is no amount of schooling that prepares you for when your morbidly obese 45 year old patient tells you she has her clit pierced.
You had a hot dog outside the bar then made me stop at McDonald's for a double quarter pounder. I'd say you've more than filled your drunken meat quota.
I haven't even booked my flights yet and I have my drug supply sorted
Logically he should not be walking around...after that fall he should be in a hospital in a medically induced coma
we're decorating our christmas cookies with birth control. so pretty.
All of my exes are either overweight and neckbearded or dead. Someone out there is looking out for me.
It's two in the afternoon, I'm on my third glass of wine and I'm watching Lambchop on youtube. How do you think I feel right now?
So apparently being drunk at work isn't allowed.. who knew?
I'm not the type to go to a guys house...in your case his boat...and sleep with them..I mean I have in the past but I'm trying to be more serious and grown up
He's not put together enough to have that big of a dick
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