So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
We succumbed to passion, and then he had to go meet his girlfriend. End of story.
I'm a terrible person. There are two guys speaking sign language on the metro platform and at first I thought they were drunk and doing a silly dance.
both roomates are passed out on the floor. I feel like I'm missing out on crucial bonding time by sleeping in my bed.
What if we had a smart house and we could just say "baked" and it would rain donuts?
Just found pics of us from Mardi Gras last year. Your boob job really is better than mine.
I'm not embarrassed about the lap dance. I'm embarrassed for the singing during.
when she first told me she hooked up with him my initial response was to shout "WE HAVE SOMETHING IN COMMON!"
Call me when you get back form court. Hopefully its not later than noon. Just remember..win or lose we still booze.
I made a bet with her that she would show me her tits if I finished my beer. Only on spring break.
He should get nipple rings. No homo...I actually don't think there is a way to make it non gay.
Yeah you should have just let that thought go.
At least I remembered to wear a bra. I feel like that's a big accomplishment right now
Whatever. I am not explaining the physics of my dick slapping.
It's because of weed that I don't mind driving an hour to visit my family. And it's because of you that there's weed in my life. Thank you.
i literally have the attention span of a weasel on steroids, but yeah, i know who you’re talking about.
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