just had a super intense, drunken debate about which blink182 member is the most fuckable. i got so mad i left the room. new low.
Sweet. Might not hurt to poop on the floor anyway.
If you stick your dick in my spaghetti, we're fighting.
Just think about it this way, every time you work Sunday, it's another $75 and that equals another hooker when we go to Amsterdam.
The bathroom is trashed. Someone took down all the rings of the shower curtain and Scott threw up on the curtain liner. All the soap and shampoo is in the guest bedroom and the lightbulbs are in a drawer. And there are vom footprints.
And then like 10 minutes later they were taking a bath together. HOW DOES HE DO IT.
she was sobbing drunk in the backseat about her dead cat and how the guy in the front seat didn't want to hook up with her
By the way, turns out "Danny B" is his penis. Not his cousin. I was right.
You love him. Dinosaurs. Math. Sex.
we bought a duck. we're keeping him in our dorm room. don't ever try to tell me you've had a better freshman year than me.
My mom slipped a condom in my pocket along with a sticky note that said "be safe sweetie."
I apologize for violently hooking up with her in front of you in the jacuzzi last night.
So I hear you're taking over showing your penis responsibilities now that I'm gone?
I just had really awesome sex bent over the side of an air hockey table. That is all. Happy thanksgiving.
I got inside last night via doggy door
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