Right on... I dropped my chapstick
I blacked out
I cont stop tolking in a british axsent
I was so high I couldnt even listen to music i was terrified of the potential knowledge i would gain.
Great. I get laid, Leslie Nielsen dies. I can't have have sex anymore, the film community can't take another loss like this.
Eating a muffin with a knife and fork. Hangovers have hit a new low.
I just puked behind a tree outside work, then walked past my manager with puke in my hair. Man, I'm gonna miss this when I get a real job.
I think i should wear mittens next time we have sex.
Think of all the island guys I could have. Ah well.
You can not bait me into a "how Stella got her groove back" call and response.
My signature move is making guys wonder why they bothered in the first place
I slapped him but he didn't wake up. He just nuzzled my head, hugged me closer, and smiled.
An orgasm and grocery shopping is the appropriate start to every Monday.
Visions of polite missionary are dancing in my head right now kinda and it alarms me
Wow. Ok who would waste Game 7 ticket on kids?!
Poor parenting at its best
What made you think singing Silent Night while I was puking was a good idea?!?!
He stumbled out of their hotel room and yelled, "I'M ON A STATEWIDE TOUR. I'VE BEEN IN KENTUCKY AND OKLAHOMA."
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