Do you think red sox nation has an official powerpoint template/memo format for resignations of manny support, bandwagon applications, and other official business?
Id pretty much put it in anything at this point. Jello. Dogs. 12 year old boys
My freaking DENTIST just commented on my hickies. Through the novacaine I managed to mumble 'It was my birthday' and she smiled knowingly.
how do i say, "my ex is going to be at this party so don't look like shit" without sounding like a bitch?
I mean I'm forever immortalized as the one who puked in his dad's straw hat.
It's like split custody, only he's not a kid and they have sex with him.
I have just disproved the common belief that it is impossible to have mediocre sex in a fire truck.
The fire in my vagina flames on. Fucking terrible firefighter
we somehow managed to fit a llama, a stripper pole and a hayride all into the same day.
Relationships are fuckin' work. And you can't just up and leave with no questions when you really just need to get home because you're about to shit your pants.
You're so wise.
I walked by the two of them and mouthed "fuck me" based on there reaction I think they just came in their pants
she walked in on me throwing up in the sink with my pants around my ankles and I said "i'll be with you in a sec"
ok now I feel liek a very drunk human instead of a chaos being thanks water
Update: day 5 and Scott has not left the apartment. Still smoking. Pizza roll supply dwindling.
It's all fun and games until you have to pay the bar tab.
How can I prove that I give 401k advice and not handjobs?
Randomize
