It really wasn't that bad. Well, it was pretty bad, but only in 3 second bursts.
As your boss, I feel obligated to tell you that turning our management meeting into a kegger may just be the best idea you've given me yet.
Remind me to never go to the bar with your Asian friends again. I need to be able to read or pronounce what I'm drinking.
It's a Lindsey's Going to Jail Theme party.
Found out why they call her Halfpipe Jenny-NOT the cool reason we thought
Faces of meth called, they want their look back.
Nope my penis exudes pure oxygen in times of crisis.
I've decided he is effectively a mouth, hands and cock held together by bad ideas and compliments, and I'm OK with that.
There was a slutty maid costume on the floor when I woke up, but the house was trashed. Either she's been fired or got promoted, I'm not sure which.
I had to write an apology letter to my roomate for hotboxing in our bathroom. What a bitch.
Blowing a married man is so much more important than a 12 year olds basketball game.
I feel like I should be having more sex dreams of my boyfriend than his sister..
Have you ever hotboxed under your comforter? Best. Decision. Ever.
Like sometimes I’ll be hangry but for dick
I flushed a potato down the toilet so now we have to live in a hotel.
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