Nah, lets use your guy, my drug dealer is going all pineapple express on me
This last weekend single handedly took me off the liver transplant list
I managed to throw up 90 feet under water, just removed my breathing tube, puked, put it back in. All inclusive is the way to go.
I don't think so, think I've only met him once, the night I lost my teeth
the party was called freshmen disorientation. i was just following the theme
Leaving ole miss girls house to go to the stripper girls house. Why did it take losing my job to start getting laid all the damn time?
I honestly can't remember your justification for putting peanut butter on your cell phone.
In either case, seeing now as it's basically two couples, unless we're planning to have a good old fashion orgy I think this isn't going to work out so well.
You know you've got awesome issues when the main deciding factor of whether or not to cut your nails depends on nacho consumption in the near future
I'm high, watching "Scream" and eating a grilled cheese sandwich off my boobs. I'm not going anywhere
Come on, clusterfuck. Put on a pushup bra and get your fine ass to the bar, or you will be a sad single stoner forever
I had to dig my own trench to puke in at the resort. That much fun.
I can always pull a half day at work too. My boss makes exceptions for drug use. Lol. I fucking love my job.
I find him attractive in the absolute weirdest way. Like I need him to do my taxes, but I also feel like I should spill things on him to gain his attention and then lick it off to gain his affection.
I get dinner and bf perks from the one guy. But dick with no commitment from the other. I’m living my best life.
Walked off the dance floor to find Gabe hitting on a dad bod at the bar. It was my Dad. Awkward is an understatement.
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