love how google fills in search terms for you, today for example, i ran a query for "why do girls get t"
and google finished it w/ "ramp stamps."
I felt less weird knowing others had searched this before me.
make any headway on the foot/dick situation?
hey you didnt make it to our afterparty what happened?
Ran around with a boom box broke a trampoline float, had a girl lick my ear the usual
His drunken night ended with a "car accident" which really meant he was stuck in a toy car and pushed down the steps.
I really don't understand how I cannot figure out how to work a fucking can opener when I'm hungover. Yet I still retained the ability to take a perfectly symmetrical picture of my erect penis and send it to every person in Matt's contacts the night before.
I think my hopes are too high for this one. The only other bachelorette party I've been to I was felt up by a Chippendale's dancer and smoked a joint with the party bus driver.
Just sharpening my eyeliner with a butterfly knife. You know. Typical weekday morning.
Do I lose at life if I cry in a grocery store while buying a pregnancy test?
You can't just beat off while driving someone else's car. Thats a rule
Thats your rule and this car is nice
Steve, that episode of cops where your dealer rear-ended that family is on again.
I'm glad your nude photos turned out "classy" but you cannot hang them in the living room.
I'm pretty sure that's why we have such good sex because we are secretly trying to kill each other
He came over and fucked me while my conference call was on mute. Working from home is the best.
Sunday morning breakfast with the boyfriends family. I just puked in the stall at Cracker Barrell. Classy.
The only thing I remember about us having sex is yelling at him to choke me.
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