As a matter of fact my bong is named Hulkamania brother
Note: footlong is not the password to the subway wi fi network.. p.s- im super high
her underwear stopped being sexy when i saw her pubes sticking out of the top.
then we talked for a little and he asked my last name which since I have yet to get a fb request I'm 95% sure its for a restraining order
I don't even want to think what you did to boys being that drunk and horny.
Then I wouldn't suggest looking at the pictures from last night.
I shouldn't have had sex with her. I feel that I may have opened a pandora's vagina
He compliments me like a gay guy and fucks me like a starved nympho. I'm in love.
It was my penance. God came down to me in the form of an angel and said, "you must atone for your sins, by puking in your mouth at church right before communion"
He's living a porn movie. He's slept with a waitress at her work for lunch, a bar tender at the bar that night, and the cleaning lady the next morning.
Again??? Now we can't ever fucking go there again STOP PEEING IN FOYERS
She said, after pronouncing how sober she was, and I quote 'Take this bag, it's so heavy it's like 500 degrees! Wait, is it time to go? Can I run? I think I can run!' Then she ran away.
I found the guy I hooked up with last night on Wikipedia, at least now I know how old he is.
I drank too much tequila. I'm hyperventilating. Send help. I think I slipped through satan's asshole.
I'm never going to adult. I'm staying a child. The only thing related to adult that I want to do is you.
After all this I still can't spell gonorrhoea without autocorrect
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