So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
I mean don't get me wrong, vaginas are terrifying, they look so sneaky with all their layers and secret compartments and trap doors
i found the vodka. it was hiding in the orange juice.
she was on her period so I asked if she wanted to make ass babies
season finale of lost and an oz of weed. tonight my mind is going to be blown.
i'm pretty sure i'm on the same train we took last friday..
what?how do you know?
it appears they have not cleaned up your vomit yet.
Dude, we took our shirts off and set our chest hair on fire. That's a low point.
You raise a valid concern
He completely dissapeared at the baseball game. We found him passed out at the hotel three hours later with souviner photos of himself at the top of the Sears Tower.
My mom and dad are smoking a joint while lecturing me on what to bring and how to act in Europe. I'll finish this glass of wine and head over.
dont iron anything. we fucked on the ironing board. details to follow.
It got heated then she just left and I was all alone in the women's restroom.
He fell into the beer pong table and broke it. Then he threatened to throw the toliet at us if we didn't let him keep playing
Just had a customer call his drug dealer in front of me but act like it was normal call.
is it bad that I see hot guys I wanna sleep with as challenges instead of actual people?
yes. but it works for you
Only you would make Mario Party a contact sport.
And you owe me a new pair of switch controllers.
Randomize
