john hughes is dead. crushing any and all dreams of me ever being in an 80's john hughes film. bummer.
halloween costumes for girls are easy, slutty teacher, slutty cop, slutty nurse, etc...
exactly, that's why i want something interesting
slutty neuroscientist?
I don't understand why we need a holiday to become more aware of boobs...
What if we had a smart house and we could just say "baked" and it would rain donuts?
He got tattooed, peirced, and we're pretty sure he got rufeed by that fat chick. He was like a walking spring break stereotype.
Trying to grind with crutches was not a success
you know it's a good party when the fucking floor caves in. THE FUCKING FLOOR.
Also I feel that I would be a hell of a sled dog operator.
I asked him why I was having sex with him in the middle of having sex. It was sufficiently awkward.
is there a way to say "yea i broke my wrist cause i fell down some stairs while tripping my face off on acid" without actually saying it?
They just broke the window so they could get in and smoke the taxi driver out...
Things are coming back to me in chunks. I vaguely remember signing a shirt that said 'I enjoy vagina'
I AM SO PROUD OF YOU
she was puking nonstop out of the car window in the rain during our hour long drive back, we got lot of honks
the day i stop sending you hentai screenshots is the day i actually act like an adult, and TRUST ME. THAT AINT HAPPENING ANYTIME SOON.
After you punched me you ran away and it took an hour to find you... On the wrong floor... Sitting alone saying "it doesnt make sense"
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