There is no fucking way I could write a drama that even comes close to rivaling Interval's life.
Only if services rendered were not as advertised.
I shall pay you by means of a swift kick to your generous ass!
Props to my shrink, my mom and the hair club for men.
This time? I haven't a clue.
But I believe you do care and are somewhat concerned. It's a feeling I have.
I think yer right. *Puts on coat and pulls out check book*
You guys should make a rap video together and call it "My f*ckin Oreo, Boyyyy!"
What does my self-confidence have anything to do with Kayla's whoring around? Are you on an acid trip as we speak? *I need a vicadin*
Thank you! Thank you one and all! This thread has made me laugh with delight from beginning to end! My day is complete and I can now die a happy man!
I couldn't give two shits slapped together between two pieces of toast. It don't make a flick of diff.
I now think this question will stump the minds of generations to come!
I thought your whoring days were over? Or have they just begun?
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