My t9 writes chubies instead of bitches.
either way. win, win.
No, we're smoking outside. We're hot boxing the world.
You covered in salsa con queso would take care of all of my cravings right now
how was your day?
fuck the small talk. are you bringing the liquor tonight or am i?
the fact that my dorm room overlooks a children's daycare is enough initiative for me to have safe sex.
oh don't forget that when we go furniture shopping we have to find a matching bong so put more money in the furniture fund
he proceeded to grab my vagina through my leggings in the middle of the dance floor. strangely enough I was okay with it
Who invented hangovers? And why did I make out with him and eat an entire can of chilli mixed with hot fries while screaming "YOU ONLY GRADUATE ONCE" last night?
You shouted "FUCK SHANIA TWAIN" and then downed an Aquafina bottle of white wine none of us knew how to react
There is a high possibility I will pass out with my hand in a bag of Doritos
There's always a silver lining when massive voluptuous tits are involved
I’m doing some soul searching to figure out how much of a slut I’m going to be the rest of the summer.
I've realized that my life is a cycle of high that is only broken by sobering up at work, which only happens because I can't smoke more
You will be reminded everyday when you witness my majestic mustache.
We live walking distance from the coors factory. no, we do not have a dry week.
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