I've had that scene from "Parenthood" where Rick Moranis' character is singing "Close To You" to his wife in classroom, stuck in my head all morning.
I guess my mind is just wondering whatever happened to Rick Mornais.
We asked an illegal alien to buy us beer. He didn't even want a tip. I'm going to Washington to plead that case.
He poured the shots. We did them together. I cheersd him out of the shower
we used the bottom of a tampon for coke since no one had a 20 on them. My life has resisted to this.
This guy either needs to stop touching me or buy me another drink.
Just thought you should know that we coat checked our fairy wings last night. Getting belly up to the bar was way more important that wearing our costumes.
No. He burped at a 3 year old, roared at him and proceeded to scream at the kid's parents to watch their child. The manager of Olive Garden was on our side.
Although now I have "number of cheese slices" as a unit of boob measurement in my head.
Sexy intern needs to have caveman sex with me
Dick is the cure to depression. I'm almost positive. And cough syrup.
Jus had a dream that I borrowed bob dylans car to save us from a pack of raptors. Pretty stoked about it.
Uber southern baptist grandma and uber flaming cousin just got into an argument about whether jesus is OK with gay marriage. Aren't these things only supposed to happen at Thanksgiving?
So her ex boyfriend came up a lot in conversation while I was fucking her. Is that weird?
Who the fuck has a conversation during sex?
When he pulled out it sounded like a balloon deflating
I farted in the parking garage and it echoed.
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