Reggie can tackle my bush.
Honestly, it's not that easy picking a Saturday night outfit that can translate to Palm Sunday mass. Priorities.
I found a ladder. I don't know where I am. Gonna climb it. I feel like aladin
I found him with a guitar and his kitten in his room. He was singing a song he'd titled "you're a cat". Guess what most of the lyrics were...
Then he started caressing my eye brow. Like repetedly. For at least 15 minutes. It was strangely mesmerizing
But in defense of this shit summer we've had, I totally perfected my shotgunning skills. I have achieved my summer goal.
My mother is a bitch. She just outed me to my dad. He wants to meet you by the way...
We got a lap dance! I touched a boob!
Should I put the money for my dealer in a Christmas card? You know, make it more frstive?
I swear she is the Mary Poppins of drugs
Being forward is somethimes a problems. Like in sexual deity Kong.
I think you’re losing coherence.
I am
Well when you come back we can have a huge bitch fit...or get really drunk....whichever comes first
Thanks for making me a drunk burrito last night and cutting it into bite size pieces, I always knew you were a keeper.
Look, I am sorry I shaved your cat...but get over it.
You were painting for six hours and managed one four foot wall. "The Mellow Handyman" isn't a good business model.
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