You can't wash away shame.
I can try.
I think, one-on-one, Paul Rudd could be very threatening in like a REALLY good way.
eating kraft dinner with my face. no forks.
Well, love is in the air. And by that I mean: it seriously smells like sex in here.
Yep and i guess after he came back from that he sat down next to me and i just put my hand right on his penis just casually like it was his leg
I just learned a new drink. Sloppy Ninja. Half Saki Half Nyquil
I felt guilty, it was so good!
Guilty? Oh great, I give the Jewish mother-in-law of blowjobs.
Go tell your boss to go fuck himself because you have beer and doritos and zombies waiting on you
Exactly. Stay back and unsubscribe from her
People have been asking me if I'm going to the reunion lately. It occurs to me that everyone wants me there to feel that much better about themselves.
So it's ironically funny that my psychiatrist's office and my cocaine dealer's house are on the same street
I want falafel more than sex right now. That's really saying something for me...
The hospital waiting room is starting to become a very familiar place to me.
My brother is so high right now he's eating frozen peas and called them "fucking delightful"
If your talking about a poncho I WANT ONE
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