Hey, strange dude in your territory, you gotta put him in his place. This is some Animal Planet shit going on.
His name is "Duke", he sails and he calls me buddy in that smugass way. Showing him my deep sea diver is probably letting him off easy.
I'm starting to really miss New York. The sad part is I'm not even sure if I'm going to be able to live there come September. In less depressing news, after not finding a good party, I was en route back to my hostel when I saw two guys - one from Germany and the other from Switzerland - sitting on the porch and drinking red wine while eating Doritos with cheese dip. I kid you not, as soon as I comprehended what was going on, I thought of this place. Is that weird? Tell me one of you hasn't spent your Friday night doing that, or wishing they were doing that, or doing something similar. And if it isn't obvious, fuck yes I joined in.
Tonight was part 1 of 2 nights of debauchery for the bachelor party of a fraternity brother of mine. All I know is, I'm hitting the dizzies AFTER the McDonald's; I'm too old for this shit; tomorrow will be a long day; my liver will hurt this time tomorrow night; and I'm ready to hear Guy Fawkes' story about being friends with Shifty McRapeypants. Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
New goal in life: to be able to sing like that guy who does the opening song from "The Hobbit" cartoon.
You're applying the bottle/glass to the wrong area of your face. It's supposed to go towards your mouth. Either way, your eyes are not burning as bad as Peter De Villiers' telephone after that disgusting Bok performance. That's what you get for not selecting club/Super Rugby combinations in an international. Robbie Deans did - both locks from Reds, halfbacks from Reds and both centers from Brumbies. As an aside, congrats to the Aussies for playing a good match. Hopefully, this match will cost De Villiers his contract renewal post World Cup... This shit is making me want to drink, but I can't because I'm already a sick bucket of snot.
I think something "thuglike" would be totally appropriate here. What? I have no idea, I am a white as white girl. Thug-ness is all your territory.
Is it just me, or does it look like her belly button is totally located in the wrong place? Like it should be higher and more to her left? Just strange.
I used to bang this guy that was so good at talking dirty while he fucked me. I swear, he always said exactly the right things at exactly the right time. Then one night, he's like, "Are you my dirty little fuck pig?" Um. What? I couldn't even let him keep fucking me, I was laughing so hard.
You break out your best Miss Piggy voice and call him Kermie of course. I thought you would be better at this.