well that was a long night...
dude, you were pretty messed up... what happened?
no idea... but i still woke up with my pirate hat on
we where pretty evenly matched until he threw me through that wall
pretty sure if my vagina had a mouth, it would have been smiling afterwards.
Remember that time we became friends because I shotgunned a Tall Boy in your bathroom?
Those memories are both hazy and awesome.
and i think wearing the clothes from last night are out of the question...was there mud wrestling there? because i look like a participated..with a cat.
I just looked into the eyes of the man whose car I peed on last night
he said he needs a little more pabst, some time to jack off and a sandwich and he'll be ready
Puke, feathers, beads, and solo cups all on my way to class. I'm surprised anyone's alive after this weekend.
I have a hunch Mama J got around.
Am I allowed to say that about my own mom?
Oh god. I just had a sex dream about the talking dog from the Bush's Baked Beans commercials.
It was easier that asking where the vagina platter is.
FUCK IM ABOUT TO GET A DICK PIC IN THE LIBRARY
I'm to the point of desperation where I stare at customers penis imprints through their pants all day
I don't remember much, but I remember he called me the dick whisperer, so it must not have been all bad.
Most people that see those numbers aren't going to realize what they mean and those that do will think 'oh those must be her favorite hockey players' and not 'oh she wants to see those hockey players fuck each other'.
Randomize
