this speak and spell drinking game will be the death of us all.
Got with someone dressed up as Allen from the hangover so that's where I'm at in life
Nothing is working I'm going to die alone and on hold with a State Farm representative
Hey, who is this? Sorry, you're in my phone as "you better remember".
Met my future wife peeing in the men's room. I stood in for the missing door on the stall. We really hit it off talking about how her butt didn't even touch the seat from all the years of squat lifting in high school.
pretend your vagina is a choco taco and the guy is someone who really loves choco tacos. let him enjoy the choco taco.
I woke up with a thorn in my belly button. A THORN!
There two guys dressed as FEMA workers with jump-suits that say "Post-Disaster Breast Examination Division"
No, absolutely not. If you see that cunt, throw confetti or eggs at her.
That's a pretty extreme jump from confetti to eggs
So I woke up with a terribly bandaged finger an then discovered a pot of bloody onions on the stove.....who the fuck decided it was a good idea for me to try and cook
At this point if I didn't go to work hungover I think the whole place would think something is wrong
Like I cant decide if he's like autistic or something or just seriously cock blocks himself on purpose with this shit
I was just laying in bed wondering if there's more important things in life than cheese stuffed pretzels.
On a side note the mornings you do so much Xanax that you wake up totally at one with the universe and feel invincible are great