What kind of poor, pathetic town do we live in where a horny teenage girl is sitting in her basement on a saturday night, unlaid?
i just shit 3 out of the 4 types of matter
Bar. Show boob. Just one. Free drinks. Instant friends
Guys only need one. Little known secret. You're welcome.
fireball beer pong. youre missing out
how is that even possible?
ove gloves.
be there in ten.
On the bright side, at least we arent the generation raised by fucked up teen moms.
My boobs grew. They knew we were going to vegas.
Its not even 10am and we are talking about what guys assholes we would finger.
In one night, this kid threw a firecracker under a fucking cop car, crashed three seperate parties, and passed out in a tree in our backyard. Do you even know who he is?
The last thing I remember is feeding country fried steak to my best friend in a bubble bath with my bare hands.
Aw don't be embarrassed. It was all good fun! We've all been there. You can't come to vegas and NOT get a little alcohol poisoning. That's like going to church and not praying.
I woke up completely naked with the exception of my leg warmers. Last night must have been interesting.
I think I was just hit on by Jesus Christ. This is not okay. Bad Touch. I NEED AN ADULT!
Calm the hell down, it's just stoner Bob.
It's Jesse McGoddamn Cartney, the whole world sings that shit
I was high as fuck laying down in the back seat while she gave him head. Most awkward chill moment of my life.
I love that they love me even though I might not exsist, its kinda like Im God.
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