I tried to tell him it was only 2:00, but he said since it was 5:00 in New York, it was perfectly acceptable. He then put on a Blues Brothers hat and a pair of wayfarers and left. I expect him home in a few hours with a police escort.
We should be called the Road Head Warriors
and while your girlfriend wears your relationship pants, i'll be wearing my ecstasy pants
elementary school lunch room party. everyone brings their own lunch and can trade stuff. all juice is booze.
heading to class now, facing the weekend consquences
Why the fuck is BBQ sauce coming out of my shower head?
Just ran interference for her again. Sometimes i wonder how many times in my life i'll have to be a cock block at the clinic
It was literally like being eaten out by a dog. That bad.
It's a long way off yet but I've started planning my eviction party. Be prepared, it includes jungle juice.
Check out this gay circle: I've now hooked up with my ex-boyfriend, my ex's ex-boyfriend, my ex's ex-boyfriend's ex-boyfriend, and most recently my ex's ex-boyfriend's ex-boyfriend's ex-fling.
Seriously, even though I keep it clean, I could douse it in bleach and set it on fire and still not be comfortable with you actually holding it. It's been in my VAGINA.
My underwear are in the stairs so apparently I did take the dog out.
Sometimes I get in situations where I realize they think I'm smarter than I am and then it's just one more thing I have to fake.
I'm about to be a big disappointment.
He was laying on a lawn chair, fell off onto his stomach and asked, "where'd the stars go?" That high.
What happened to your back?
Rug burn. My ass is even worse.
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