Marg and I just meaowed the nat anthem. I was tenor.
'm tripping baaaaaaaaaaaaaaas
Regardless of the degree, it's probably not good to relate so closely to the Steve-O documentary.
I told my new friends about my possible new chin. They said I should get my nose done first. Please tell me I'm pretty or something.
I just finished washing your number off of my chest. I'm Bryan by the way.
It'll be just me and my penis against the world.
he might be the rich husband I pretend to love for the rest of my life!!!!
6 beers, 3 orange crushes, & half a fire ball later & you get my alter ego.
Also, being stuck with my family all week has made it very clear that I need to be drunk and I need to be fucked pronto
Bed, food, and you got really nice boobs. That's it really. Foundations of friendship right there.
We took vodka shots. You kept saying it was the key to your heart.
I have already been up, showered, had a cup of coffee brought to me, added a little rum to cure the hangover, had sex and kicked him out and it's only 1pm. Successful day so far.
He broke his arm in a fistfight with the bouncer. it was neat.
You are hungover. Your arguments are irrational an incoherent. We only played twice. Have some Gatorade and take a knee.
long story short, he tried to fuck me standing up, toppled over, and now I have four stitches next to my eye
Eventually the conversation shifted (as it always does) to Sex toys.
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