You know im sick of people that are still obsessed w obama. that was sooooo last year
i'm in workout clothes. this is progress.
im youtubing treadmill accidents. this is what i do at 2:10am
dude. you ripped the mardi gras beads off the girls neck and yelled she didnt deserve them..
i can't believe you just compared my dick to leprosy
You guys don't happened to be dressed as gladiators, do you?
Everyone was passed out so I turned off the lights and locked all the doors. I also took the chicken sandwich in the microwave as payment.
I'm going as either a recovering alcoholic, or as a guy who came to the party straight from work. Too literal?
Me, him and the recently stolen carpet walked down the road and into the strip club. We had to check the carpet with our coats, it didn't mind missing out too much, later the door guy at Subway held carpet during late night sandwich selection.
Dude, I'm trippin balls. For real, I thought this bag on my floor was my dog for the longest time...
Yeah, this is not that. This is a father and son bonding moment involving my all of my orifices.
I nicknamed her "Jackhammer" for the way she gave me a handjob. My balls were in constant pain
drunk and crying about Shakespeare- how's your night?
they call themselves the foursome.. thats def means they're up for one right?
The Adderall says yes, but my body says no.
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