Oh just a soda. I'm "driving"
Starbucks introducing alcohol. i hear angels singing.
I'm constantly one strobe light away from an E flashback
I've seriously contemplated telling him the baby isn't his just so I can meet Maury Povich
I just was on a 20min team conference call where I didn't speak, I used a Gus Johnson soundboard online to answer questions asked to me...the highlight of 2010
OK, the bar's closing. Do I go to home to my wife or my girlfriend?
Yes, do intervene. Unless it involves cowboys with loud trucks and hard 9 inch dicks. Then just come back for me in the morning.
i like to finish this college football season knowing that not once have I had to masturbate to erin andrews
I tried. Now my legs are bleeding and I cracked my head on the coffee table. Never taking your advice again.
I'm so sorry man. Roger cartwheeled into a signpost and cut his face open. it was pretty messy so we all went into panic mode.
Nobody is here, I still yelled for someone to make me some toast. That my dear is commitment to doing nothing.
Also.. The Hobbit does not look like a cartoon. We were just too fucking high.
Probably TMI here but I just rubbed one out while listening to thunderstruck, almost ripped my dick off.
Any residual attraction has just been ruthlessly murdered by that mustache.
I have bruises from doing the splits on the poles, if that doesn't scream bourbon street regret then I don't know what does
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