yo dude i was totally schwabbin last night.
what does that even mean?
you ever see those charles schwabb commercials, where the people are like half cartoon half real.... well yeah i saw that in real life.
he just flicked a booger into my mouth and shouted "goaaaal!"
the mandatory saturday morning class for those written up by RA's turned into a gold mine...just met EVERY hot chick that parties.
he had a blacklight sublime poster, of course i had to do him.
the only thing keeping me going right now is the knowledge that in 2 hours i'll be drunk at the circus.
Just walk straight and zig zag through cars tell you get to the road. That's where I am. Perpendicular to the doors do not make any turns
I have a way to get him back. you're going to have to take one for the team and make a visit to the health department. you in?
I am the sex elephant in the room. Again.
She asked if I wanted to "Mormon Motorboat" her, which I guess is just motor-boating her through her cloths. Turns out I did.
The last time I went to Vegas and the sun started to rise, my copilot went home with her nipples pierced.
This stupid maranara sauce stain sucks. It keeps distracting me and it looks like I'm staring at my tits.
Pride is not for the college student young Padawan. Tequila is for the college student.
It's not even 8 pm, or Saint Patrick's Day, and Kevin is drunk on my roof humping the air
WHERE THE FUCK'S MY FUCKING RITALIN YOU FUCKING FASCIST?????
Well, if I'm gonna go gay, it's gonna be for NPH
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