Turn 19
Every time you are turned on, you're getting blown.
The drunk driver goes through the stop sign, while the high driver waits for it to turn green.
A cherry float.
A: Because when they're born they get laid.
Me: *Remembering dropping my phone on my face* "STOP ASKING ME ABOUT FIGHT CLUB!"
Because 30 is too many!
Nothing they were busy teens.
She had a 19" rack.
Me: Like 4 maybe. 5 tops. Wife: I counted 19. Me: Well I rounded down.
