can you explain to me why you commented on every one of my profile pics with "tits and beer ftw" please and thank you.
im swimming of confusion and bacardi. where do i go from herrrrrre
I'm trying to spell out I love you with a series of photos of my penis, but I just realized I can't do the Y of you
i keep looking at my boobs and it just baffles me how he could give this up.
marshmallow pipe was a success. so was melon pipe. come try it
We're doing it in the traditional way of discussing why we dislike each other while sharing a bowl. Just like the natives do.
It's 11am on 4/20 and I'm already in urgent care.
Most senic walk of shame ever. This is why you go to school in Hawaii.
Relationships are fuckin' work. And you can't just up and leave with no questions when you really just need to get home because you're about to shit your pants.
You're so wise.
I just ate beer and cupcakes for breakfast.... maybe this fourth of july won't be so bad
I just fell down my stairs, guess that's how my sunday is gonna go
I took multi-tasking to a new level. I just ate a plate of nachos off my lap while driving to the bar. And I barely got any on me.
She said she was sober from drugs for a week. All I heard was Kenny Loggins singing Danger Zone.
my grocery cart consisted of hershey bars, sour patch kids, starbursts, mayo, 4 frozen pizzas, 4 lunchables, and chips. clearly, i can't do this on my own.
So I figured it out. There's two types of shitters. Moaners and grunters. And on occasion there's a third. It's the ill fabled grunt moaner.
Randomize
