Cool, I just put that together. I didn't know if using a tie-died sub machinegun was too crazy
why did i wake up to an event notice that says "Shit Just Got Real"?
Did we have sex last night?
I think that was the general idea until I got you undressed and you puked on me.
I'm not saying I want a booty call. I just want what Cory and Topanga had.
Where does it all go? I've busted inside of you like 10 times in the last week.
Dude with the Beatles haircut just got his pilots license and wants to take us up to do a case race mid flight. Don't tell me networking is unnecessary.
I apologize for getting really drunk, taking off my shirt, bitching someone out, crying, and breaking something at your party next weekend...
They're pole dancing on a handicap sign post.
I woke up with my name tag for work still on my shirt. It was a rough night.
He got hotter. I'm offended on behalf of the rest of our graduating year.
I feel like I have a very capable uterus.
I can't believe I'm coordinating a threesome at work. My productivity is at an all time low.
I can't believe there are people our age getting engaged and I can't even find a solid coke dealer.
And to be clear I have only watched porn like 3 times at work
I just found a live peacock hanging out behind the bar. I coerced it into my car and now I have a peacock bro that lives with me.
Randomize
