I found out he doesn't have a facebook, twitter, or myspace. So, I'm going to actually go to his house to spy on him.
Just saw remains of her puke from last night on my pants.... thats got "Apology BJ" written all over it.
recess is on disney at 4 in the morning, insomnia has never been so rewarding
I wish Facebook had filters like: Ivy League school, frat boy, straight, extremely wealthy, great in bed.. I would check all of them
In a tragic sexting typo, I typed the word "blobjob". Now she's coming over and I have no idea what I'm in for...
It's like playing clue with my own life. I have to piece together what I did, where I was, how I did it, and who I did it to
You got cut off after you tried to make the dog funnel moscato.
Luckily my prof thought I was puking from nerves and gave me motivational mini speeches the entire final.
He's rapping about a turtle neck sweater. Please come get me.
It was fine until they started lighting shots of everclear on fire and making ME take them. That's when shit went down...
Got high again and all I want to do is wave this flag around
He's on the porch naked. Help.
he asked me for a magic BJ...is that supposed to be different from a normal BJ?
She's chasing the cat around the house hitting it with a cardboard sword yelling "there can be only one!"
There were 16 girls and 31 titties. That’s how the club was. Lance doesn’t get to decide ever again.
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