Oh no. He has the "I'm 30 years old and I just shit myself in public" face.
I wasn't excited about it either, but if I was going to have her take a load on her face, role playing as some french dude is the least I could do
One person in the car. Three blizzards. Alot of judging.
It just hit me that I woke up to you in a bear suit. Explain.
He poured all of the vodka into the sweet tea and said that tomorrow it would be called 'surprise drunk.' then we had sex.
Oh god I can't handle any more dudes. I just walk of shamed to work wearing a guy's boxers and a life jacket. This summer is going to kill me.
We were fucking at break-dick speeds.
The last thing I remember was you puking all over the inside of my door and him yelling "PUKING RALLY!!!"
I'm responsible for my client's overall well-being. Which is terrifying coming from someone that can't stop masturbating and eats leftover pizza just about everyday.
He got kicked out 3 times. I have no idea how he kept getting back in. I saw him walking on the highway the next morning.
Realized we were outta oj used gerber graduates mixed fruit juice as a mixer. Mother of the Year award right here
I could go for watching some naked price is right. Looks like a good time to me.
I mean in all honesty I would let James Franco shit on my chest. End of story
At some point i am going to say to you "i have this really bad idea! You in? " just go with it.
Not gonna make it. His stripper neighbors are playing a Super Bowl drinking game that involves removing my clothes
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