My place. Tomorrow Night. Bring your liver, and something for it to do.
do you think they ever dumped Gatorade over Michael Vick's head after his dog won?
your mascara is on the toilet seat from when you fell asleep last night
She had a baby and now works at Hooters. She is the poster child for peaking in high school.
He pocket texted me while I was blowing him in the car...What are the odds?
Considering how often you blow him,high.
I think I shall call his penis Gatsby. We talk about it all the time, but I never see it.
There's a girl in class eating a pumpkin pie. Like a whole pie straight from the pan with a fork.
I'm gonna eat more dunkaroos to cope with what's in my vagina.
Well you should have thought of that before you were reckless with your butt
I mean, he drove your car and it burst into flames, if anyone cant be trusted, it's him.
My memory of last night is a delicious blur of tits, ass, and alcohol.
Apparently I have decided there are no repercussions for my actions
All boys are excommunicated from my vagina until further notice.
I wonder how many people saw me whip my junk out and bang it on the light post in front of holabird bar and liquors last night. I'm about tired of having to do that.
Nobody saw you except the people in the bar, because you weren't outside. You were inside, and you were smacking it on the mens bathroom door handle
I really hate whoever invented fireball.
He asked me how many starwars references he could make before i no longer find him attractive.
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