Well, I guess that settles the question of how thick the walls are in my building.
I can't get away from Pickles they're either stuck in me, in my mouth, or I'm stuck in one. fuck my whole entire life.
every single one of us blacked out. we woke up the next morning and it was like the night never happened. IT'S STILL A MYSTERY
Also you were throwing your phone yelling this is durable as shit
it's official, i've been high in 26 different states, and three different countries.
its coolsest when we hear the beat in our water bottles. and the likghts are in his eyes now. oh holland
He hasn't responded, but he probably just jizzed in his shorts again, so I'll give him time.
My brain is like scrambled eggs. If scrambled eggs were trying to escape out of my skull through my forehead.
Put some vodka in it
Its 7am
put some vodka in it
I asked him why he was eating an entire can of refried beans, the only answer I got was "revenge"
I'm ready to get married, then we can lie around watching anime and eating pizza while he rubs baby oil on me
The more I think about it, the more convinced I am that I'm the solution to all of T-Swift's guy problems.
I'm at a first year old's birthday party and a midget dressed as a cop just showed up. Word is we're going to toss and bowl with him. Updates to come.
on the bright side i found your panties and the lid to the nutella
Few clarical questions about last night: 1. How did we get home? 2. Am I wearing your underwear? 3. Where is Andrea? 4. Guy with nose ring last night hot?
1. You tried hitch hiking "like a pro" and flashed cars while sticking out your thumb until I called Michael. 2. I don't know but probably. 3. Who is Andrea? 4. Hot.
Randomize
