Cleveland boys shit in their own pumpkins in their own living room. Got pictures to prove it.
I just was on a 20min team conference call where I didn't speak, I used a Gus Johnson soundboard online to answer questions asked to me...the highlight of 2010
Ok, but If I make this happen, my first born son gets to fuck your first born daughter
I only have two playlists on my iPod. One for when im getting drunk, one for when I'm getting high. Is this something to be worried about?
my life has come down to walking through campus and wondering if every guy is the random i made out with saturday
She's more than welcome to come too, so long as she has gotten over that me being responsible for the death of her cat thing.
She rolled over this morning and asked "did you refer to my vagina as splash mountain last night? "
There's a middle eastern man wearing a cow costume with tequila coming out of his udders, but I'm not sober enough to feel uncomfortable with it.
I've literally never felt worse
My body feels like its decomposing
the old man that you threw the shoe at says "hi" and many rude words...
I fingered myself to realization that I don't need birth control if there is never a guy.
If by some world ending natural disaster I get into an actual relationship with this kid, should I tell him the truth about the web of lies I've based our current relationship on?
A penis isn't a time share. I want to own not rent.
Bra is off & I'm snuggled in a pizza. Adulting is good.
That wasn't even sex. That was a fuckoning
...did you just create a word for what we did?
Randomize
