I just saw a girl wearing a flannel shirt that would make 1992 cringe
Pretty sure I just has te same conversation as you. He suggested I get, sell, and fuck the hoes, and once all was said and done, that I should refer afforementioned hoes to him, to perform felatio.
Nothing quite says America like barbecue and beer at 9 in the morning.
Yeah he had his two razors labeled "face" and "pubes". Should I be disgusted or impressed?
We woke up in an inflatable kiddie pool full of both empty and full beer cans. In the middle of his dad's office. Oh, and we were locked in. Nobody remembers.
Sometimes I seriously wonder if I could get away with vodka Sundays at work. Cuz this red bull feels naked.
I have to overdose on valtrex I had a rough weekend.
the lady at the gas station just thanked me for wearing clothes this time... i am so confused
I'm doing running of the bulls tomorrow at 7am...except in New Orleans roller derby girls chase you.
Maybe it's because I walked straight up to that shelf of vodka with a look of determination that said "I mean business".
I usually have to have a cart! If that doesn't say "I mean business" then I don't know what does
I thought I was heading girls talk. It was the toilet. Like put my ear to it
Like I just asked Greg why I don't have a crown for my vagina. That drunk.
Don't trim your pubes if you've been drinking. I can't believe I have to tell you more than once.
You said too many real things and now I need to crawl back inside my protective fort of sarcasm, being an asshole, and sass
I'm intrigued by how his mouth tasted the same as his dick.
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