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YET AGAIN, my financial planning for 2013 consists MOSTLY of eating chipotle as "brain food" and drinking Heavily before the Jeopardy contestant test.
I love our relationship. We just get drunk, show each other our tits, demonstrate sexual positions and make pasta. Then you go to bed and I sit around with your mom and cry about how proud of you we are.
Not my type. One of those types that loves that they're educated, could drink their red wine and have an intellectual conversation and have a wonderful time
An adult?
We poured some Korbel out for our homie Dick Clark.
Life isn't about who you kiss, drunk, at midnight. It's who you text nonsense to, sober, from the toilet.
People spilled so much that there was a thin film of beer on the floor. You took a running start, screamed, "SLIP AND SLIDE!" and slid face first through the drywall.
He's texting from midnight mass asking for nude pics. Baby Jesus is spinning in his manger as we speak
My stalker sent me an erotic poem. Who knew anyone could find a way to rhyme birth and girth so eloquently?
Maybe you can hide out somewhere she would never go. Like a counseling center or AA
I woke up in a hospital at three in the morning only to realize my pee is now going to be orange. I've grown to realize I've made all the right decisions
How do I know if porn I have watched is haunted?
Sorry I invoked the "everyones getting smacked including myself policy last night"
I feel like i just got chewed up and shit out by a ukranian midget
official rule: if your drunk, it doesn't count
then nothing in my life counts
She sucks enough dick that I could make her mouth a legitimate Yelp location.
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