Decisions were made. The quality of them will be judged tomorrow
You kept shouting about how you were the king of all bitches...and doors, for some reason.
You were so drunk, you kept telling everyone you had a platinum vagina.
If he doesn’t slap your ass with his drumsticks, then I don’t wanna hear about it.
This is a hot dog holiday. I intend to do my part for the processed meat workers of this great union.
After we finish having sex, he smokes an honest to God pipe. It's like fucking a big, sexy Sherlock Holmes...
What? No, wine isn't my weakness, I just love it.
I swam, I rode a bicycle, I rode a horse, I danced. It was like a real life tampon advert.
MANIFESTATION IS REAL AND IM GETTING LAID TONIGHT