He gave me a book last time I slept there. Im beginning to feel like a really weird hooker. Like instead of money he gives me random shit he has lying around. like hamburger buns
I walk in to see her roommate half naked on their stripper pole. I knew I was home.
I've never heard "I will drown your mother in vanilla pudding" as an insult before, and then last night happened.
Doesn't matter if you work at a funeral home. If the boss says get a keg, you get a keg.
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