I just asked my hair stylist how many percocets she'd do my hair for.
You probably havent been upstairs if you think that the microwave missing its door is bad
So I just opened the bag you gave me and those panties aren't mine...
I feel like death. And death is wearing a fleece blanket as a dress. And is seriously contemplating wearing this to go get something to eat.
These People Are The Epitome of Lazy
just walked into the room and her sister said loudly, "do him, or I will."