There is no point in being painfully greyhound thin if you are then going to dress like it's raining in 1992.
Covered in glitter and dick. 2010 feels a lot like 2009.
I may have just googled Muppet Treasure Island drinking game
You took a bag of frozen peas to bed wiith you "to help with the inflamation".
he peed on his own floor last night after we left the bar. pretty much sums up how i feel about the evening
Because guys aren't supposed to cry. Especially when it's over a dude singing a Christmas carol.
I had one glass of wine then passed out for 4 hours. It's like I'm having a quarter-life crisis.
There is a doctor sitting next to me at lunch talking about the engorged scrotum surgery he did this morning and I am about to lose my professional grown adult facade.
He peed my bed and tried to say it was just the wine. The red wine. On white sheets. He's not a good liar.
Seriously bro? Indoor roman candle wars? I guess I'll never see that fucking security deposit again
Played never have I ever with high schoolers today. Needless to say they brought up threesomes so I had to make a judgement call and decided to not put my finger down
I never want to even look at fireball again because it reminds me of the night I died and then lived to tell the tale of how I died.
COVER ME IN BACON THATS MY FETISH
ACTUALLY ITS NOT, I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT AWAKENS THE MONSTER BELOW THE BELT
theres a canoe in our lawn. we dont own a canoe.
it was the only safe place
I I was gonna wake him up with a blow job but I don't know how he would feel about it.
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