how's this sound. You, me a box of pink franzia and a night full of possibilities in your basemen. I'll be me. You be you. And we'll see where it goes
What I'm saying is Afghanistan is America's sexually contracted disease.
people from other dorms came to marvel at the dump i took. i had a bio major take a picture.
We're like two naked peas in a sex pod.
so when we were booking the hotel and plane tickets for vegas we reserved a chapel for someone, it's inevitable.
I think you're asking the wrong person. You don't understand. Like I would fuck the act of fucking itself if I could.
It was beyond pathetic. You yelled her name at every blonde chick we saw hoping it would be her. Then you puked your corn dog
Apparently I told the bartender to stop putting ice in my drink because it was taking up too much room
He blended the pizza with water and drank the whole thing. He is my hangover hero
Your "dubstep at ceilis" resulted in a random naked guy busting into my room and peeing all over my bathroom
And the prospective student I was showing around had to take care of me.
After you puked in the bathtub you claimed you were never eating quesadillas again and you never even ate a quesadilla
And all i could do was bury the part of me that felt guilty for cradle robbing and put on my dick swallowing bib.
I dont know. He's too private. After you fuck him find out his secrets.
I'm the only person I know that carries solo cups, shot glasses, ping pong balls, two decks of cards, and a lawn chair in his trunk. I'm ready to turn anything, anywhere into a party.
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