I dont need to watch it. And stop comparing your life to Entourage.
I'm trying to decide if I want to bring home my 'beer champion' trophy or my chem books.
Food Network. Taking bong rips everytime we want to eat. BOBBY FLAY.
I can't believe they didnt cut us off after we all hugged each other and started singing "were the 3 best friends that anybody could have" RIGHT IN FRONT of the bar and bartender...
The kid in the park, who was on a leash I might add, looked at us and yelled "stranger danger" before hiding behind his dad
im just gonna lie here and collect money in this whoppers bag while sprawled out on this bench and explain that its to buy weed for my hangover
You slid down the bannister into a split. Lines were crossed.
I shaved last nite, you should see my cock it looks like a beautiful skyscraper
"Do You Wanna Build a Snowman" came on while I was riding his dick. I had to take a moment.
Sharknado 3 is going to bring us to alcoghol poisonign
listen I need taco bell and an orgasm within the next hour. I'll leave the order in which you provide those things up to you
Nothing says "Happy New Year" like having to shit into a plastic bag.
It's almost like he's actually taking my commentary and criticism to heart, but simultaneously succumbing to some primal urge to wear less clothing each time.
When I get off work and you're not around to hang out with all I do is lay around in my underwear and eat potatoes.
It's not even a normal fucking affair I've found myself in. It's a fucking bdsm clusterfuck.
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