you were calling yourself Ulickes S. Cunt.
Maybe you should go over there and lead him on and reach down his pants like he's about to get some and yank his balls.
That's the best idea I've heard all day.
man, work is way more interesting with these acid flashbacks.
I don't know. I woke up in the back of a cab in a drive thru line at whataburger with police lights flashing and my friend yelling" you didn't have to sell us out phil!" to the cab driver.
beware of the wheat thins...there might be a knife in it
There were gay boys and a jukebox. It was like god wanted me to.
That point of drunk where you're in a bar bathroom and you're like "F*ck you bra! I'm not taking your sh*t anymore! and you take it off and throw it in a trashcan.
I wasn't vocally whispering "she wants to bite your dick off" about that kirsten girl was I?
KNEE DEEP IN HOES. SEND HELP.
Crazy fun. I think I got a concussion from a stripper
David pulled a magic mike again and started stripping on every street sign we passed.
its not everyday you see batman on the ground with someone riverdancing on his face bourbon street never disappoints
It is not a successful senior year unless you show up to campus without pants at least once, right?
I'm so glad I can be everyone's guide to the world of fucked up kinks
Dude I had my dad cock block me once
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