Just think about it this way, every time you work Sunday, it's another $75 and that equals another hooker when we go to Amsterdam.
This is the guy who showed up to the first day of class with a 24 pack of coke and a handle of rum in his backpack. He doesnt play by normal people rules.
some drunk guy just paid $3 for each cig that i picked up off the ground. the cigs that he threw on the ground. I might just follow him the rest of the night
If she were to ever cheat on her husband, I'm positive I'm the the go to guy. Which flatters me and weirds me out at the same time.
He and I are basically the same person, except he has a glorious penis and I have glorious breasts.
Bright side: maybe hell start being nice to you now that you know he has erectile dysfunction.
In that case, I'll try 2 find a date. But my options are AA friends or fuck buddies.
Based on my body hair location, my ancestors had very cold hamstrings and very warm chests
The last thing I remember is him yelling from across the room "WE FINISHED THE HANDLE!"
It was 11pm.
He's gonna be so upset when he get's a real job and can't do serious drugs.
He whispered "Are you feeling it now Mr. Krabs?" when he was inside me. That is NOT my fetish.
I'm just saying, if you haven't been dropped off at a Wawa at 5:30 in the morning by 3 cop cars, you're missing out
Who wants to play the "pick up your shit from our floor because you're not paying rent or dating either of us" game?
So far 2 of my professors caught me looking at their dicks
right after that u started calling me g-force and started trying to bellyslide down his drive way
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