You should have seen k-money last night. She was just hanging on to the toilet for half the night. By her fourth trip to puke, she started talking to it and was doing the voices for her and it. She kept saying "...we thank you for your continued business..." haha
There comes a time in every man's life where he has to shit in a catbox to prove a point.
My main thought on the Olympics: I need LESS cowbell.
Stop trying to talk to my friends!!
then get some ugly ones...
she was carrying the quesadilla around the bar like a security blanket
i dodnt think we hooked up bcause he actually texted me the next day
Still can't decide which I'm more disappointed about: the blow job I gave him or the donuts I ate after.
I would compare it to a jeffrey but in smoothie form. More drugs in here than Bobby Brown's sock drawer.
Oh my god. That was the best half-hour of my life that didn't involve genitals.
When you're not at your house I assumed you're somewhere having sex
You've lost booty call privileges between the hours of 10pm and 8am.
You know you hit Mardi Grad bottom when you come to in someone's kitchen on the floor and you are eating gumbo out of a Mixing bowl with a ladle......yeah rock fucking bottom
Just laying in bed, snuggling my cat, and pondering whether I'd like to attend a swingers party this evening...
i have a strong feeling that today will be a naked day for me...i don't feel like doing shit
Visiting my great uncle went well. The highlight of the evening was when he said, "Oh my god. I'm 79 and I'm teaching 18 year old kids how to roll a joint."
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