and trust me i need no booty pop lessons
I am tired of kissing girls with mustaches.
The seats are awesome but you see two of each player.
bet u 5 dollars u can't guess were i woke up this morning
oh god.. jail?
better, on the catwalk of the auditorium
I just won 10 dollars from out chugging the bar tender and I found out that the baby aint mine in the last hour. I don't even care if l get laid tonight any more.
I told my dad that bagels were the equilelent of angels kisses and if he bought me one i would do a split
It smells like someone died in our apartment and ya'll used some random orifice of his body to smoke weed out of. Side note, how did we get a guitar?
It took all the strength I had tto sit at my desk and not tear off my business attire and run screaming from adulthood and flourescent lights.
Don't judge them too harshly for getting kicked out of a strip club. Happens to the best of us.
You are the coolest girlfriend ever.
Then you bent down and whispered, "excuse me mr. Stair, could you please stop moving?"
this case of pbr just wont end. i keep finding more.
I think Jabba the Hut is dying in the stall next to me.
I remember telling you that I think Taylor Swift has stolen my essence. I still think that's true.
Why is there never any toilet paper at his apartment? What does he wipe his ass with? WHAT DOES HE WIPE IT WITH?!?
Do you wanna do something, or just stare at each other and fantasize about death like we usually do
Randomize
