those bitches were sniggering at my man-pris like they were goddesses of fashion!
...dude i pray you are quoting something, someone, anyone...
what ever happened to devon sawa?
fuck...who knows?
i'm really worried about him.
I considered driving home in his mom's bathrobe until i realized i'd have to stop to buy cigarettes
If I die tonight, wear a V neck to my funeral.
How come I'm the only one who's around when people show up? I had just taken a shit, I wasn't wearing pants, phantom of the opera was playing and the fridge said PENIS.
and he said i stripped him down, hand cuffed him to his bed post, and tickled his arm pits, and then continued to watch The Hangover.
all i remember is that her bootyshorts said 'shameless' and that there was no turning back.
I lost count after the 4th body shot but I think I'm wearing at least 3 different peoples clothes.
Woke up with his dick on the side of my face, it's like he passed out mid-mushroom stamp.
I'm going to need to borrow your helmet cam for my Wednesday night blackouts.
therea a video of her dad walking in while i screamed "lets have a fashion show!" and fell off the table
Making drunken Mac n cheese at 3 am I understand why witches constantly stir their cauldrons. Much more homogenized temperature and slim chance of boiling over. Good job witches.
It's like everything I need in life within a five block radius: booze, toilets, dogs, dicks.
At one point, the bartender wrote out the words "please kill me" on some receipt paper and slid it across the bar to me.
If sleeping with your boss doesnt scream job security i dont know what does.
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