and on the fourth day, god made foam parties.
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I'm hoping you can explain why I woke up with what I believe is pumpkin pie all over my body
That glade motion activator thing keeps going off every time we pass the bong. I don't know what I'm getting high off right now.
Bring more bourbon. Day drunk just hit another level.
Should I feel bad that I fucked her and made her ride my little brothers razor scooter home?
bikini waxes are so much more painful when you know you're not getting laid
You wrote me a letter and I cannot make out anything you wrote except the last sentence which says "tell the wolf ill meet him at sunset and that I'm sorrry"
the crazy preacher outside Willard just began a monologue that began with "when i look at a vagina." We should stop by there more often
I never had a problem I couldn't slut my way out of.
I've officially decided that whoever created hate sex should be on my christmas card list.
Well he's not a stripper, so we're already doing better than my last date.
you made your own hammock out of a towel and duct tape.
btw i have an angry voicemail of you yelling at me to get you a sandwich or die.
I don't have the urge to be a home-wrecker with these two. I think I've grown, don't you?