Okay call me later ill be watching lifetime and scrubbing throw up off my feet
You litterally reached into some girls shirt, pulled out her tit and yelled whats up with this guy.
I'm tuning in to watch Heidi Montag crash and burn on the Miss Universe Pageant. Somebody call 911. and I'm not talking about the Sean Kingston song.
is it sad that whenever i need to spell "independent" i still sing that one rap song?
we're making bets on your personal life
he tried breathing fire using moonshine and a roman candle. would not have believed it unless i actually witnessed it.
Sorry for rubbing my feet on you and repeating "good pony, stay."
i swear to god if you did anything to my honey bunches ill remove all the oats and shove them up your dickhole then play pinata with my foot to knock them all back out
Haha no we did it on his bed. Then rolled off into the bean bag. It was a strangely athletic performance on my behalf.
Take a shit and have a hit. It's the Sunday Funday Rule.
No more house parties. We're almost fucking 30 years old and I slept until 6 pm.
I'm going to become fluent in fucking Belgian boys
just saw two eagle scouts making out in chic-fil-a
He's honking my boob in his sleep
It's innocent and endearing in some way
Nothing like having a family watch you dry heave at the end of the dock
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