So I just went home and made my own spanx by cutting the legs off of a pair of nylons. I'm either a genius or missed my calling to live in a trailer park.
I just googled maps his house, and took the virtual tour back to my apartment, just so I could visualize the walk of shame in the morning
clearly I should have checked to see if he was an NRA member before I went back to his house and woke up in Heston's haven.
At what number of girls whose last names are stored in your phone book as drinking establishments does it become excessive?
Her vagina turned into a vuvuzela. I didn't know it was a possible to have a wet nightmare.
We're doing a case race on Saturday.
I'm in. I'm currently drinking a beer in the bathtub so I guess I can consider this "practice" and not just "alcoholism"
Doing lines and watching a show on hot dogs around the world ... Why do I do this to myself
the night ended with taco bell and tears
Last comment. I know of no exercises, diets or practices out there to help keeping balls young and healthy. They simply succumb to gravity.
So high I started thinking my desktop picture of a cat was too erotic for the workplace.
My underwear are in the stairs so apparently I did take the dog out.
Pain in my heart, regret in my vagina
Mmhmmm. I have a list of drunk achievement that is almost as long as my list of stoned achievements
I don't remember what you did, but I DO remember that i'm supposed to hate you for it.
I've amended my previous statement: I'm not allowed to put in my two weeks till I ask out the waitress. Now I have motivation on two levels
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