I need like a "Cookong High for Idiots" book. Or a car.
There is no point in being painfully greyhound thin if you are then going to dress like it's raining in 1992.
How can it be called memorial day weekend....I don't even remember this weekend
Do you remember that blonde girl he brought home from the bar on Friday night? She didn't leave until Monday afternoon. We didn't even know she was still in his room...what a sketchy weekend.
its like fishing. just send her some cock shots to keep her on the hook then use tequila to reel her in
After the second day the hotel realized I wasn't responsible enough to have a comforter, so they took it for the rest of the trip.
Got a stripper to howl at my wolf shirt.
You're not supposed to support this behaviour, btw the judge recognized me
Note to self: do not ride giant beanbag chair down stairs.
I am honored my friend, to hold the decision of what enters your body
You took a selfie with my hard dick and sent it to Scott with the caption 'Toldja'. It was hard to forget you're a teenager after that
Jesus I should have learned from my first marriage not to get married again
We popped the air mattress last night via sex and we just kept going but it feels like I have a bruise on every vertebrae
I'm stuck on a cliff. I'm not sure how I got here or how to get down. Please send help. And clothes.
i think i just naturally attract stoners
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