just scratched off #34 on my list of things to do before age 30 - drunk in a helicopter.
my dog ran away and came back with a marajuana plant. what are you doing tonight?
I fucking love fucking science majors-- she told me that she wanted to know if her gag reflex got better or worse with alcohol, and that her initial evidence had been inconclusive. So, next few weeks, yeah, gettin blown periodically. All I have to do is keep a log.
My body isn't even mad at me...just disappointed
normally i wouldnt have blown him but he was on dawsons creek.. i love dawsons creek.
Be prepared to possibly be invited to a fancy strip club breakfast on Friday and be prepared to say yes.
HOW LONG TILL THESE DRUGS WEAR OFF. I WORK IN ONE HOUR, I REPEAT, I WORK IN ONE HOUR.
There's gotta be a lawn gnome full ecstasy around here somewhere. And by golly I will find it
But yesterday I literally met half his family buzzed wearing a cheeta print bathing suit super short shorts and a tiny tank top.. I was like awesome
Strip club, what strip club did I eat a steak at? That's the appropriate question
I am 95% sure I just heard my cat say "What are you doing home? It's Saturday night."
So.. I was kinda upset i got the bad fuck out of the situation
I HAVE A TEST I'M SORRY YOUR UN SUCKED DICK ISN'T MY FIRST CONCERN
Nothing is more confusing than dreaming about being chased by jets, then waking up with an erection.
I totally fucked your pastor last night.
You're his wife.
Still a dirty get down.
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