Its ok relax. i can tell ur gonna start raggin. talk 2 u next week
You were asking people if they could pee on you while you shotgunned beers
hammered. By myself. Accident. Faillll. Snowwwwwy
You should make it a point to use vocabulary that is competition appropriate around him, like "champion" and "training" and "victory sex"
I had a dream last night where I used the marginal product rule to figure out how much more hangover I got per sip of four loko, econ is taking over my life...
It was his birthday this weekend. I had to carry him 6 blocks, in 3 inch heels. The entire time he was trying to molest me, eat my face, and try to stop every two feet to tie his shoe. He would light a cigarette, forget about it, almost burn everyone, throw it out, then decide he wanted to smoke. He kept repeating that he trusts me with his life.
...Wow...
I could be a kindergarten teacher
We just weren't working out together, on a completely unrelated note some guy that i talked to on his grinder account said i could crash at his place
I envy your ninja level of don't give a fuck
You don't understand. There's baclava and there's post sex baclava. You can't compare the two.
Before he left he told me if his girlfriend ever finds out, she'll take us both to an alley and kill us.
I hurt myself, but I'm pretty sure I saved the carpet.
He took some pill and now he's on all fours demanding we give him chips from the dog bowl. Come get him.
I've got 3 hot dudes surrounding me. It's the Bermudick Triangle.
You could cut the tension with my nipples.
There’s nothing that says motivation more than watching these little geniuses on Kids Baking Championship New Year’s Day. I’m ready to fuck shit up this year.
home. only unpacked the necessities...contact case and beer.
Randomize
