I appreciate the Great Escape reference with Tom, Dick, and Harry. Girls who like classic WWII movies automatically have a higher innate worth than the “slut” you described, due to the fact that they’ll actually watch Patton with you post-slam.
Kappa, huh? As in Kutta Kutta Gramma? So…you wanna, uh, do a line off my “exec board”? It’ll be a gator tail – now that tells you two things. Think about it
^ I’d steal the Book of the Dead from the camelfucking Egyptians just to resurrect Michael Jackson and go on a snow-induced rampage killing that entire bitch’s family in front of her and then making her play Russian Roulette until she killed herself.
If it weren’t for the fact that Old Glory is in the focal point of this photo, I definitely would be peeing indiscriminately aiming for all y’all’s butts. Yet if Old Glory wasn’t in this photo, I wouldn’t even offer such a generous gesture to y’all fine sorostitutes. If that’s not a hell of a catch 22, I dont know what is.
Hot Piece, I take issue with the fact that you didn’t write about a girl who drinks Bourbon straight. Probably cause that girl doesn’t exist and I’d be pinned to her if she did
No pee for blondie, a few drops for the ginger. It would be more if the picture was better quality and her (seemingly, again because of the shitty photo quality) jet-black demon eyes didn’t add to her soullessness.
I RARELY say this – and when I say “rarely,” I mean about as often as the Braves actually making it to the World Series (knock on wood) – but Srat on, ma’am.
My fraternity organizing 20 tour buses and pledge escorts to get 900 sorority women* to the fraternity house for the biggest lawn party on campus. TFM.
*Not girls; girls are in high school, and that is illegal. Females in Greek life are denoted as “sorority women”.
Pearls, ma’am (if I may indeed call you Pearls), due to the recent discovery that you indulge in my favorite controlled substance, you are cordially invited to my fraternity house for “refreshments” in the first floor bar with yours truly. I’m thinking we break out a handle of Maker’s and go shot for shot until you are so inclined (intoxicated) to get up on the bar and (only with your permission, of course – after all, I AM a Southern fraternity gentleman) have me take body shots off your (perfectly tanned/waxed/physically conditioned, I’m sure) bare torso, chased by ripping a lengthy gator tail (I’d be impressed if you don’t have to look it up on Urban Dictionary, although I’m sure you can use context clues) off of the finer part of your upper torso. Then, depending on both of our respective current states of intoxication, make the decision to proceed with more Bourbon shots or more gator tails off of one of the stolen composites from our rival house. Then we can go downtown and proceed accordingly.
Being down despite having a man. TSTC?
^ Grand slam, both your comment as well as Zooey
I appreciate the Great Escape reference with Tom, Dick, and Harry. Girls who like classic WWII movies automatically have a higher innate worth than the “slut” you described, due to the fact that they’ll actually watch Patton with you post-slam.
Kim making another sex tape without breaking up with the racist bellhop. TSTC
…and I ain’t talkin about the snow that melts in your hand, but rather in your nose
Belay my last – Controlling for race is FaF.
Controlling for race. TFM.
Kappa, huh? As in Kutta Kutta Gramma? So…you wanna, uh, do a line off my “exec board”? It’ll be a gator tail – now that tells you two things. Think about it
^ I’d steal the Book of the Dead from the camelfucking Egyptians just to resurrect Michael Jackson and go on a snow-induced rampage killing that entire bitch’s family in front of her and then making her play Russian Roulette until she killed herself.
If it weren’t for the fact that Old Glory is in the focal point of this photo, I definitely would be peeing indiscriminately aiming for all y’all’s butts. Yet if Old Glory wasn’t in this photo, I wouldn’t even offer such a generous gesture to y’all fine sorostitutes. If that’s not a hell of a catch 22, I dont know what is.
Hot Piece, I take issue with the fact that you didn’t write about a girl who drinks Bourbon straight. Probably cause that girl doesn’t exist and I’d be pinned to her if she did
No pee for blondie, a few drops for the ginger. It would be more if the picture was better quality and her (seemingly, again because of the shitty photo quality) jet-black demon eyes didn’t add to her soullessness.
I RARELY say this – and when I say “rarely,” I mean about as often as the Braves actually making it to the World Series (knock on wood) – but Srat on, ma’am.
I see nothing wrong here. Maybe get the stick out of your ass (with all due respect).
My fraternity organizing 20 tour buses and pledge escorts to get 900 sorority women* to the fraternity house for the biggest lawn party on campus. TFM.
*Not girls; girls are in high school, and that is illegal. Females in Greek life are denoted as “sorority women”.
Likewise, I’m kindof an asshole.
Pearls, ma’am (if I may indeed call you Pearls), due to the recent discovery that you indulge in my favorite controlled substance, you are cordially invited to my fraternity house for “refreshments” in the first floor bar with yours truly. I’m thinking we break out a handle of Maker’s and go shot for shot until you are so inclined (intoxicated) to get up on the bar and (only with your permission, of course – after all, I AM a Southern fraternity gentleman) have me take body shots off your (perfectly tanned/waxed/physically conditioned, I’m sure) bare torso, chased by ripping a lengthy gator tail (I’d be impressed if you don’t have to look it up on Urban Dictionary, although I’m sure you can use context clues) off of the finer part of your upper torso. Then, depending on both of our respective current states of intoxication, make the decision to proceed with more Bourbon shots or more gator tails off of one of the stolen composites from our rival house. Then we can go downtown and proceed accordingly.