My mind said no, but my drink said yes.
If I was doing exactly what I wanted right now I would be getting fucked on a jet ski while listening to "When Love Takes Over" by Kelly Rowland while eating french fries.
we're talking about where were going. or where we stand. but yeah we'll basically be doing it in the hallway so just ignore us
We really need to stop competing to see who can get more drunk, and I REALLY need to stop winning.
yea im pretty sure it has something do with my love of forearms...
On monday, while we were having crazy monkey sex, I earned $82. Vacation pay rocks.
Let's paint friendship bongs
The bald eagles cry cause u drink canadian beer.
Also when i was high i would close my eyes and see a puppy on a grill having pancake batter poured on it.... And for whatever reason it was fucking hilarious.
Just puked off the 5th floor onto a car windshield. This is my life and I'm proud of it.
Competitive oral. I'm always telling girls they are only the fourth, maybe third, best blowjob I've had. They go back down with something to prove.
I'm at an awkward stage of not being able to tell if I wanna keep having fun or if I need to die in bed
Also, don't forget your plan to die young at a shrooms-fueled orgy.
Costco (TM). Making alcoholism affordable!
I found my bra I wore on Friday night...he fucked the underwire out of it
hahahahaha
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