It started with Hannah Montana and ended with alcoholism.
The walk of shame isn't so shameful when you do it in a stolen, autographed Favre jersey.
I just caught Brandon licking the fake chocolate on a smores ornament
i threw up on the blunt... he was pissed.
I imagine anything that isn't a dilldo attached to a jackhammer, powered by a generator won't be amazing enough for you
Then we all started singing, "Our house, in the middle of the street. Our house, fucks a lot of freshman meat". It was magical.
As much as I'm all for laying on his living room couch, watching spongebob and having spoon sex, it's becoming a routine.
He told the cop he was underage, handed the cop his ID, and the police report read "I then informed the suspect that he was not, in fact, underage"
Pretty sure I recall hugging our waiter from the bar last night. That also means we are NEVER going there again
We now only communicate via Xbox messages. Living together is so easy
Never let him bartend when he's tripping. He sprinkled a ton of mexican shredded cheese over a jack and coke and called in a Monterey Jack Daniels.
Yes I peed all over myself and lost both my credit cards, who wants to know?
I'm naked on my couch and just ate a chip that was in my belly button.. my 20s have been weird.
I'm completely creeped out. He's dressed as me. And thinks it's funny.
They stopped fighting to partake in M&Ms and porn.
Randomize
