No, you can still breathe under the balls.
He introduced me to his parents as the girl he made out with on Thursday night...
i have my graded calc test (94%) sitting on my empty case of beer next to my desk. this is me winning at college.
there is potential here for me to have a consistent access to someone's dick who isn't actually an asshole. i think i'm ready for a relationship.
Opened my wallet to find a slice of ham with a phone number written on it in sharpie.
We eventually get in a cab (after david tried to hail multiple regular cars and some sort of shuttle bus)
she demanded that I make her breakfast too so im in the bathroom cooking bacon with her straightener
I'm having a staring contest with a raccoon.
Where the hell are you
He's winning.
I just saw a girl on crutches doing a walk of shame. She is either super dedicated, or her night didn't go as planned.
I just got a call from the front desk apparently one of my feiends was dropped off by a handicap bus passed out in a wheel chair unlv is goig down
I don't understand or I understand perfect - if were not talking about fried chicken I'm not sure what's happening.
She doesn't even know his real name...he just keeps calling himself Hans the Third
In that state of mind I managed to bounce back from getting hit by a golf cart and convince an investigations officer that I was okay to go into the game.
Sara can't come to the phone right now. She's currently having an in-depth conversation with a flower pot.
He gave us beer and shots and made us pizza in his brick oven before firing a handgun into the air to signal it was time to give us a ride in his inflatable raft to the bars.
He's like a mythological figure
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