Let me rephrase. Would it display my intentions too much if i walked all the way across my office and into the bathroom carrying my book
Thank God they found balloon boy, I was afraid that Michael Jackson was ordering take out from heaven.
she sang that "this little piggy song" to my balls. and somehow made it work, with me only having two balls instead of five.
This is a dangerous game of "whose life is more pathetic".
There are beer cans & oyster shells along the side of the road. I belong here
Your drinking has interfered with your drinking. I bet you could get a scholarship to a rehab. Thats pro-level
Yknow what, if there is a thug life for white bitches, I'm living it. I went out on a date, watched howls moving castle with my brother till he passed out, then went and got some a+ dick, and made it home in time to take my mom to work. Now its 7am, I'm in bed with some free tacos, and when I'm done eating I'm going to sleep. What a great night.
Shawn wouldn't stop singing about his cock on the ride home that night it freaked my girlfriend out how consistent he was
Woke up to the UT campus police fishing my boxers out of the university pool, guess it was a good night.
We just stood there eating chocolate chip pancakes, watching you sleep on the bathroom floor.
I woke up with a thorn in my belly button. A THORN!
I keep having dreams where I tie him up and eat cookies off of him while riding him. Wtf brain.
she said that no one there was hot enough for her so she then proceeded to give the passed out person a lap dance because he was "her type."
that guy was staring at your tits.
nah, more like they were staring at him, and his girlfriend, and her less than adequate bosom. they pitied the fool.
point taken, oh mistress of the bosoms.
Okay she just told me to turn the volume down on the fan. What does this even mean?
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