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My pants are like a grocery bag containing ONLY jelly beans right now.
I just watched in amazement as you had a full conversation about water temperature and bacteria with your pet goldfish.
The brazilian leg lock that the stripper put me in was definitely the highlight of the night
There a special place in hell for drunk criers. A special FUCKING PLACE
Strip clubs just aren't as fun when a man tries to drunkenly grind on you.
I found my keys in the basement freezer. Drunk me is a sneaky little bastard.
passed out in the hallway last night, now I'm sitting down in the shower, eating lukewarm canned soup out of Tupperware, listening to Carly rae jepsen.. I had a rough night.
I GOOGLED IT. BEES CAN MASTURBATE. WHAT.
Is it too early to start pregaming for St. Patty's?
Oh hey. I left my beer there. Beer is more important than my pride. I want to pick that up.
It felt as if we were fucking on a sea of baby feet and morgan freemans face hair
To the person who put the glitter on my ceiling fan...fuck you
Watching the wiggles while tripping on acid is the scariest fucking thing of all time
Remember that time I sent you a 5lb bag of gummie bears?
Like it was yesterday.
Apparently I had it on auto deliver. So whoever is at your apt is gonna gen an interesting delivery...
And that's the fourth pair of yoga pants with unwashable stains from you.
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