She was like a white Oprah, but with less conviction.
how did your night go?
he asked for my myspace name.
All I did today at work was try to remember in vivid detail what your cock looks like.
Well for one thing, she was eating rice with a shot glass.
I mean I had a leg brace. It would have been irresponsible for me to be on top.
He wanted to put Kesha on after he came in my mouth. I had to draw some sort of trashy, gay line.
Also managed to rip my pants and set myself on fire. And oddly enough I'm still not ready to ask for 2010 back.
He had a beer bottle in each of his back pockets and was on rollerblades. All I remember is following him for about 10 minutes
Got my bloodwork back and my liver is in tip top shape. Apparently blacking out 5 nights a week isn't cutting it, so we've got to step it up until I see that all of my hard work is actually paying off and doing some damage.
Ya well here is the deal with last night, it was the Biggest shit show we have ever co-stared in.
Nah nah nah the rules are different on st patty day, drink beer or die. It's like the hunger games but blurrier
I don't know what's worse the the fact he has worn a protective cup for last 3 years in fear of being kicked in the balls. Or the fact that the one day he decides to throw caution to the wind and doesn't wear it and actually gets kicked in the balls.
Who in tha hell do u hang out with?
Maybe if he'd step up his game and get a real job instead of donating plasma and trying to grow pot then you wouldn't feel compelled to write prisoners in Oregon.
Are you sure he's still you're boyfriend when you're sober?
This is either the best idea i've ever had or the worst. stay tuned.
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