It wouldn't matter if you are Jesus Christ himself, you are not getting into the bar tonight
I'm in a strip club that reminds me of a crack house from the 80's.
I am at a bar watching a rat tail get braided.
So chef boyardee smells exactly the same after you throw it up
i literally discovered the exact same thing last week. i had the lasagna one
ravioli
I'm pretty sure we put the facepaint on during whippets
I feel like I just tasted lung cancer.
Dude.. full face helmets and hangovers do not mix... I am never going to get rid of the smell of puke.
I told him he wasn't aloud to one word text me. Unless that one word was threesome
ARE YOU THINKING VAGINA THEMED RESTAURANT
I was convinced to buy a man thong.
But it's Armani so it's okay.
God I just out gayed myself.
My breasts were aching with rage.
There has been a song made about you fucking his roommate.
It's destiny.
We could have mediocre awkward sex or mediocre stunted/awkward/uncomfortable banter. The possilities are relatively finite
I hope a pyrotechnic goes off in your asshole and seals it shut for life.
Me too.
Perfect. I'll put on my party clothes and write emergency numbers on my arm
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