Is it 'vaginas' or 'vaginae?'. Either way there were a shit ton of them.
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
I have a beer in one hand and a slim fast in another. It's another one of those wednesday nights.
Kegger tonight. 10pm. $5 coverfor unlimited booze. Proceeds benefit nuns from Uganda. Bring friends. No shit.
As you were leaving the bar you grabbed a table and when they stopped you, you said "Its cool i came in with this". They did not believe you.
Granted I did fall into a pond wearing your dress, but I did save a frog in the process so I think it was worth it.
The last thing I remember is your grandma calling me a pussy and taking my shot for me. Your family is awesome.
Eating an ice cream sandwich while your little bro gets me weed. May I adopt him?
Also, I would just like to reiterate my apologies for tearing up in the grocery store.
I'm not going to be your wingman while you are in the hospital.
You climbed out your own window and walked in the front door..
I'm permanently fucked. Every liquid I put into my mouth automatically tastes like fireball.
I'm six Popsicles away from an existential breakdown.
did i get sucker punched in the face last night or was our make-out session just that intense?
So how often do you needs to see my tits today then?
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