party is dying down. we just wrote whore in the yard with gas. Photos to come.
The bubbles in my bathtub are singing to me in german....
Oh shit. Easter I forgot. Maybe we should leave the illegal stuff for when Jesus is less present.
And there I was, sitting Indian style on the kitchen floor, my fingers covered in peanut butter.
Article 1, law 1, section 1 of the apartment 25 party handbook: tarp will be purchased prior to any and all future parties. Aforementioned tarp will be placed on floor. Any and all sick patrons must relocate to tarp preceding the event of expulsion of bodily fluids. Failure to do so will result in ejection of guilty patron and banishment of the accused from succeeding party. All patrons must read and sign a copy before entry is granted.
Can we have a celebratory fuck now that the lockout is over?
You're the best girlfriend ever.
My month off booze swimsuit season diet plan is working well. Plus I'm learning so much about my house, did you know a girl named Meagan lives here?
Also. I plan to spend time with you at boomers, high, teaching ourselves how to pee standing up.
You're the third person who's asked me for an afternoon blow connection in one day. Unreal.
That's more of a you-issue than a me-issue
YOU CHEATED ON ME WITH THE WOMAN THAT IS STAYING AT YOUR HOUSE. FORGIVE ME IF IM NOT THINKING YOUR A DEDICATED BOYFRIEND.
Let me rub your butt and eat French fries from your mouth and dip them in your ketchup filled belly button.
All I can think about are the cheese it's on my desk at work this morning. Like are those apologetic cheese it's or does he seriously think he still has a shot..
You left your hot dogs in my dresser again
my Mom is now my Eskimo sister... she fucked my ex in my bed and took a selfie
I wasn’t trying to be creepy it just happened
I’m beginning to think that’s your defining personality trait.
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