1: just move with us, we wanted to get a dog. youre kind of the same thing... 2: She took me into the bathroom and force fed me a panini, it was pretty good. 3: I don't want to just break his heart, I want to dip it in liquid nitrogen and then smash it until it's powder and snort the powder 4: Do you feel better now that you've sent me a picture of your dick?
1. She took me into the bathroom and force fed me a panini, it was pretty good.
2. He asked if I had any questions. Apparently, "how thick is the stick up your ass" was not a correct question.
3. Just so you know. And I'm telling you this because I care deeply for you. Blue raspberry poptarts taste exactly the same as the regular raspberry ones.
4. How do you get the "hangs out with drunk assholes" insurance?
1) Never doubt me. I am drunk and unstoppable and I will finish this book.
2) It was a tough decision, either lay in bed, or go to work and lay in the stockroom.
3) We had to push you home in an abandoned shopping cart. You thought you were in a pirate boat and kept yelling "AVAST, ME HEARTIES".
4) ..... I just blacked back in and I'm at a kids birthday party in a suit and people are calling me uncle Carl. Never having your homemade liquor again.
why are you even trying in the first place? either you don't like your partner very much or you are eager to share them with everyone else--equally creepy and awkward.
1. Remember that time we turned a can of Axe body spray into a flame thrower? 2. I don't want to just break his heart, I want to dip it in liquid nitrogen and then smash it until it's powder and snort the powder. 3. Teach me the ways of your demonic sorcery. 4. You kept saying ridiculous things then repeating them in perfect classical Latin. You are one intelligent drunk. 5. send your own!
1. If I die write a nice eulogy and bury me with my star wars bobbleheads 2. I'm confused about why you felt the need to ask me to buy you life alert for christmas at 3:28 this morning. 3. So yeah never trust sex tips from yahoo answers 4. Carry on my wayward bro, there'll be beer when you get low. lay your neon tank to rest, dont you rage no more. 5. send your own!
What are Star Wars bobbleheads, and do I really need to bury them with you? I mean, it's not like you can take 'em with you, after all, and they could really be enjoyed more by ME, right here, right now!
Especially if I lose you to whatever stupid stunt you're plotting now... :(
*shot. Why 2. I'm drunk. And at a vegan cafe. You would hate it. Don't tell my hipster friend but I kinda hate it too. 3. But i did once see a show where a women was homeless and installed a stove in a school bus so she and her baby could live there since all the seats were taken out. As far as being homeless goes it didn't look half bad...So this is me promising to you that if i ever am living in an abandoned school bus...i will at least pimp it out with a stove so you can come over for dinner sometimes 4. you called me drunk last night to talk about summoning sex demons with magic WTF 5. send your own!
1. On Tinder, guy asked me if I had ever been fucked by a Pokemon master. Needless to say I didn't respond. 2. I had my first "Damn Kids/When I Was That Age" rant at work today. We need to drink this feeling out of me. NOW. 3. Come over! I've just turned Titanic into a drinking game. I drink every time I want to fuck Leonardo DiCaprio. 4. Yeah, this dress is irreparably whorey. I've resigned myself to being a family scandal. 5. send your own!
1. He asked if I had any questions. Apparently, "how thick is the stick up your ass" was not a correct question. 2. You can spell. I can kill people with no remorse. We all have our skills. 3. You don't have anything to lose--we've established that he's not going to murder you and he smells good. 4. Listen. Just hotwire a car, take off the license plate, make up a new one on a sheet of paper and go the speed limit. I do it at least three times a week. 5. send your own!
1. Who brings nunchucks to a funeral? 2. We did a shot for each one. Father... Son... and Holy Ghost. That wasn't enough though so we moved on to toasting dead relatives. 3. FYI: pepper spray hurts. Whoever comes up with the best cover story wins a prize. 4. Well, his arm's broken so they only cuffed his good wrist to his belt. That's how he cast smacked me in custody. 5. send your own!
1: What the fuck is wrong with your family? Why do you have unfrosted pop tarts? 2: so i never found you. but i found vodka. so its kinda the same 3: I vaguely remember a drunken mid sex pinky promise to not let it get weird. Or you send the text!
1: i dont think there is any level of not caring that i havent covered in the last month 2: You bit the bartender when he refused to poor rum in your purse and hand you a straw. 3: That's how I like my men: traumatized and crying in a ball Or you send the text!
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