Yes, do intervene. Unless it involves cowboys with loud trucks and hard 9 inch dicks. Then just come back for me in the morning.
To put it in a frame of reference with which you're familiar, it was like making out with a golden retriever.
You kept apologizing for not offering me some of your Whisky, which you referred to as "Jesus Nectar".
By the way, I'm pretty sure your husband is publicly advocating more BJs for my husband, via Facebook.
I just made the answer to all my security questions "fuck you" with various levels of ! marks. I may regret this in the morning.
Bunch of Navy warships just sailed into New York Harbor for Fleet Week. Nobodys getting laid this weekend.
Side note... I would pay good money to have witnessed the reaction of onlookers as I sprinted down Armtiage with a 15 lb bag of peanuts under my arm
because i know somewhere at some party, behind someones closed bed room door youre being feed a key full of mollie.
look on the scale of 1 to the time you hit an old lady with your car chlamydia barely even rates
Also I can show up hungover, fall asleep at my desk, and smell like a bottle of whiskey, and they still like me more then my shitty co worker
I got your flops too. But yeah you rolled off your raft a bunch of times so we had to ask the white trash squad to help you back on. You bit one of them
you were angry and didn't have anything else to throw so you threw a breakfast burrito...?
I also woke up in a guys bed in a Reptar shirt yesterday morning staring at a movie theater sized poster of the not as popular Air Bud franchise movie Super Buddies.
The dicks good but it's not two trains and a bus good.
Every Easter every single one the baby Jesus butt plug comes up
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