We walked into the bar in The Flying V formation from The Mighty Ducks. We were ready.
I was giving him a blow job in the kitchen, but it was uncomfortable. so i took the oven mitts and used them as knee pads.
Don't tell me i'm not fucking resourceful.
my 12 year old sister just told me how admirable it was that i felt comfortable going out with my friends dressed "like that"
My workout was carrying 2 cases home from the grocery. It's Bowl Week.
I wore sweatpants. When I show up to a booty call in sweatpants there's your warning
I've got a permanent seat at the "Girls who eat their feelings" table this weekend.
Would you be mad if I just used the argument "I'm allowed to say that, my best friend is a lesbian"?
Never. I'm proud to help you win arguments.
I think they make you graduate because you get too old to go hard and become a risk. homecoming weekend wins again. fuck.
You were, but he disappeared after you said you wanted him to get you pregnant so you'd have a child by the time the Boy Meets World sequel starts
And that's why we do second round interviews for possible roommates.
She brought over her portable harddrive and we dueled with porn. This relationship is too beautiful to last.
We turned a wake into a bar crawl.
I'll do my best. he just keeps yelling beer and doing dick helicopters
Do it break your family into faction start a civil war
WHY are you masturbating to hockey fights?
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