any chance you can send me your legal ethics outline, in exchange for say, me buying you a lapdance the next time we go to the strip club?
for real. he might as well bring dogs if they're lower than a 7.
they described our state of being as looking similar to a crime scene....you were on the ground and i was running around screaming.
You guys need to get along, there is no need for a pissing contest...We're all fucking each others ex's.
Seriously, do normal people actually get work done being this hungover? No wonder the economy's in the shitter
And you were like "stop making pop tarts, lil bowow" as you grabbed the pop tarts from your ex and consumed them. Teach me your ways.
she just stared at nothing and then looked at me and goes, "that's a weird place to put the wall"
P.S. I just made up pleasure scepter for the purpose of that last message.
You know you're in the hamptons when it's 10pm And you kind of want to vomit white wine on rug that costs more than your apartment.
So it was all good until she started grabbing my beard and telling me to "roar little lion"
Rome wasn't built in a day - my bedroom skills weren't obtained in some boring monogamous relationship. Same thing. Right?
It's gotten to the point where waking up in my own apartment is a surprise
YOU JUST GOT OUT OF THE HOSPITAL AND YOU'RE ALREADY DRINKING?!
We will discuss everything tomorrow i presume. Including the sweaty naked tango.
In the words of Disney’s Jafar, “desperate times call for desperate measures.”
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