I miss Bob Barker.
Yeah, more like Douche Carey...
clearly I should have checked to see if he was an NRA member before I went back to his house and woke up in Heston's haven.
he likes ron paul.... that's all i'm going to say....
somehow I got talked into dressing up like a hot dog, spinning around ten times, and shooting lay ups in front of thousands of students
you were sitting on the floor cleaning up your own puke and telling my mom she should hire you as a maid.
she told me to hold the wheel while she hung out the sunroof and cursed the old lady behind us out.
I didn't know what to do with her so I just tied her to a bench.
Got hereat 8. Had 6 beers 2 shots and a game of diZZY BATOS
Duuuude. Everything is so brilliant right now. This frosting is freaking orgasmic.
It's vanilla, man. Accept no substitutes. There are so many t's in that word.
Do you think he stole that soccer trophy that he gave you for the "best sweater award" from his five year old son?
His penis has been a bonding mechanism beyond comparison.
Second time this week margarita night turned homoerotic
i spent my morning giving relationship advice to the kid i had sex with on a kitchen table this weekend
The highlight was when a stranger was nose to nose with you threatening to kick ur ass, and you said "Is that your real face? Stopped him dead.
Like will they card me for my own whiskey in shampoo bottles?
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