So A**** bought my story about how my hickey was a bruise from wrestling
on one hand i'm glad that i'm not in trouble...on the other hand i realized that the reason i cheat on her is because she is so stupid
Dude they are all farmers and I'm pretty sure there's a prostitute here.
You kicked in the door when she was blowing him. You dont remember do you?
How do you set tits on fire ? I swear her tits were on fire.
Oh, and thanks to you. I'm now stuck in the living room, held hostage, listening to my roommate's "How I discovered I was bi" story. FUCK YOU.
Now you know for the next time you go in the basement to wear a helmet
At some point I'd like to figure out how the weird kid from sociology ended up on my couch naked hugging what appears to be some sort of clothing....seriously it's creeping me out
On another note, convinced a 9 year old my hickey was actually a zombie bite.
other than the jail part I had a really good time with you
You can wear my underwear. It'll be like old times.
Apparently drinking in your car before going into a sales meeting is frowned upon. We are car sales men not doctors.
I just got the two most enjoyable things in life in one... Weed delivered in bubble wrap.
He once bought a dildo and put fifty dollars and a happy anniversary note in the battery compartment I gotta lock him down while hes available
The thing I'm gonna miss about him is his dick.
Can we skype so I'm not drinking alone?
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