He's been dead since March and more people write on his wall than mine.
tried unsuccessfully for 10 minutes to do bong hits while wearing glow in the dark vampire fangs before realizing air was getting out of the sides of my mouth
I don't want her to kill herself before she gets over me, getting mentioned in a suicide note isn't very fly.
but it's kind of a high honor.
Apparently we had sex last night, and then I made him drive me to the beach so I could puke in the ocean.
You were offering to spell people's name for a dollar.
I threw up sweet potatoes. Worst thing to throw up ever. They came back mashed.
also, i am in no position to judge as my life choices today went along the lines of "YAY VODKA". for breakfast.
Saved a life and got us a free vacuum cleaner (and learned vacuum is not spelled "vacumn"). Get on my level.
I am honored my friend, to hold the decision of what enters your body
I let a drunk, gay man in a dragon costume motor-boat me. With his dragon head.
The condition was that I had to eat her out to Beethoven
I mean I only got hit in the ass with ONE firework
I have experienced an excessively hairy ballsack in my mouth...and it was horrifying. I keep feeling it in my mouth now. It's like hairy ball PTSD.
I know this is a weird question but we both had pants on when my mom woke us up last night right?
This is like 50 shades on steroids but with healthy relationship models and mutual respect among all parties involved and lesbian activity.
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