Lizzy: Becky I did NOT like the taste of his high fructose porn syrup! It tasted like BOOGERS!
Becky: Yeah Beck I told you, all he eats are McDonalds Angus Third-Pounders, he's bound to taste like shit...and how do you know what boogers taste like?
Dude Peter North absolutely COATED Tawnee Stone with his high fructose corn syrup. She had to use half a bottle of Pert Plus to get it out of her hair. I'll bet she had sweet dreams that night...if you know what I mean.
When one is utterly drenched in sweat, and subsequently lies on a porous surface (such as a wooden deck) for a substantial amount of time. The resulting outline of a human figure resembles a snow angel, but instead of being an imprint in snow, is of dark mark made of sweat.
So I went for a 94 minute run, and it was like 94 degrees out. When I got home, I laid down on my deck and made an AWESOME Jamaican snow angel.
Money one unknowingly spends, or will spend while blacked out.
Yeah son, I got paid last thursday, went to the Sigma Phi party that night with two grand in my wallet, and woke up the next morning in Michelle's bed with 800 dollars gone. LaShawn told me we went to Foxwoods and I blew it all on the slot machines. With the blackout bucks I lose, I should probably just not carry money around anymore.