i just google searched "what time does taco bell open"
I wrote my name on his balls in sharpie. In the homosexual world that's like a diamond ring. Shits permanent.
The moral of the story is do not hire me because everything will end up smelling like pickles and I will not sufficiently clean it up.
Well I blew a guy I barely know in full view of a homeless camp. That's pretty tame for me.
i was really disappointed no one would drink beer from our cleavage last night except for us
I'd say you were a shitshow. Playing floating beer pong in the pool you kept filling other people's cups with pool water and laughing to yourself.
I'll give you $10 to get a dick pic with a gecko on it.
We turned on "find my friends" and watched her progress. Got concerned when she didn't move for an hour on Adelaide, turned out a booty call was made, then she went back to the bars.
Something tells me your "Titties for Tracy Morgan" fundraiser won't pan out.
He just unloaded a dump truck full of red flags on my head.
The best part of the night was you shouting "I have to take the LSAT tomorrow" between shots of fireball.
I don't think my professor is going to remember the Halloween party... or the fact that he made out with a priest.
For some reason she gave me a handjob. It was all very confusing
He's the douchy one who wouldn't let me rip his shirt off, right?
I promise I won't bug you anymore, I just need the following things at your convenience but preferably soon: my earrings, cup, and panties. Thanks. Good talk.
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