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Originally Posted by Eliza Hodgkins 1812
And by "friend" I mean someone who became my friend after 4 hours of happy chatter and inebriation.
Excessive Inebreation, you were once my vagina's best friend and now we don't even hear from you on birthdays and at Christmas time. Wassup with that?!
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No. Seriously. I wonder how to explain why I'm laughing so DAMN hard.....I'll blame it on the margaritas.
I wonder what's wrong with me, that I talk to someone from high school almost every day.....including right now. I love my high school friends! Love them! It seems so unnatural and uncool, but I love them!!!
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Miles: It tastes like the back of a f*ing L.A. school bus. Now they probably didn't de-stem, hoping for some semblance of concentration, crushed it up with leaves and mice, and then wound up with this rancid tar and turpentine bull****. F*in' Raid.
Jack: Tastes pretty good to me.