2 Beers = 1 Tweet
5 Beers = 3 Tweets
9 Beers = 7 Tweets
12 Beers = 12 Tweets
24 Teers = 30 Beets
Walking up to guys with girls with them and saying “you never called! Our son is 5 now” then walk away….always brightens my day
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*student raises hand*
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Date: Are you ready to take on another man’s child?
Date: This is..
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Me: too easy!
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