Because his number couldn't fit in their phones
She didn't want to litter
When she pulls the tampon out and the cotton is already picked.
YEEEEAAAAH! GO CEILING! YOU NUMBER ONE BABY! WOOOOOOHOOOOOO!
Let's get rational you can't carry on like this!
SIM Card-ashian! (it might help if you say it out loud)
Me: Hubs: The engine smoking at a stoplight Me: I dont know, I look at my phone at lights.
Stirrups
Then I can bang other chicks "
Blender. How do you get them out? Chips.
A dead epileptic.
She was cross eyed.
GuacaMole!