like i told you yesterday: virgins, blood, my name. do it.
IM NOT LETTING YOU PEE ON ME IF THATS WHAT YOURE GETTING AT.
ttyl tear gas
My mom would probably be ok with my lifestyle as long as she doesn't see that photo of me doing bong rips in a Jesus costume.
I'm covered in egg mcmuffin wrappers and my room smells like dead hooker.
I gave you head at the stadium on a Thursday night ESPN game. That damn well better be worth points on the score board!!!
thank god we only have to drink eggnog and rum once a year. It taste like shit.
Actually, what with the curvature of the Earth, it's faster to leave from Washington. And Google maps recommends kayaking instead of swimming.
So your bra was hanging in the Christmas tree last night at some point I think
he has a party story that rivals our "PTSD- soldier-with-a-knife" party story. I'm pretty sure this is part of some prophecy.
Mom just sent me an email. The subject line is "How to avoid a urinary tract infection"
LET IT GO MOM
Also Fuck you Stephen King and Fuck the horse you rode in on, making me cry In front of my coworkers.
you've already made the comitment to pee in public you should at least whip your dick out
Why are you hurting?
Tried to drink all the beer in Nashville last night....failed.
I wore my old cheerleading uniform.. He came before I even touched his dick. Should I be irritated, or flattered?
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