God dammit. Now I'm pissed at Arizona, while feeling bad for my poor, poor penis.
I wish I could drop acid with the muppets
I wanna be on tlc
Impossible. You are neither fat, fertile or fashionless.
Tim hortons said i dont meet their criteria. What the fuck criteria is that? You put bagels in an oven.
Well hey if hot cowboys are involved then all bets are off.
The fact that I found him in his Ninja Turtles t-shirt next to six empty and obviously consumed packs of EasyMac watching reruns of Becker certainly made telling him that I wanted a divorce so much easier than I had planned.
Were betting on little kids falling and racing for a drinking game at the wedding.
Just quiet vomiting, and in between heaves she mumbled "be the pro"
And now thanks to shrooms we all got a terrifying glimpse of what goes on in his head. I will not say I didn't see it coming when it turns out he made a suit out of people's skin
She is still a psychotic unstable bitch, and is therefore PERFECT drinking game fodder
I wasn't that drunk, I know my limits. When peeing became difficult I stopped taking shots.
I will keep you posted and someday if we daydrink teach you how to do a footjob
Btw any and all sexual fantasies or arousal I had about cops is null and void.
Wake up. Finish House of Cards. Put on pants.
Accurate.
Fuck your bullshit loser kid and his gluten allergy.
Randomize
