doug butabi!
steve butabi!
hotties wanna shake it
You know it's time to leave Spain when you are back and forth between Skype and a Spanish dictionary trying to figure out out to say "I can still smell you on my skin."
if i could have babies with my dog i totally would cause i know thay would be fucking hott babies.
I've come to realize time passes slowest when I'm sitting in class, waiting for microwavable foods, working out, & giving head.
Just coerced a Santa to buy me a handle. Tis the season.
Just checked my phone. Sometime last night I googled sex positions in a tent. Was there even a tent there?
I thought of you this morning when I woke up in a bed with a girl wrapped in duct tape dressed as a coors light can.
he called us the olsen twins. we also rapped ignition much to his dismay.
Either I'm tripping balls or my dog has super powers.
Witnessing a crazy lady on the bus screaming about how romney is one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse.
My tongue is raw from licking all that salt with my tequila shots...happy cinco de mayo
the fact that you trapped hornets in a mailing tube to put in his mailbox does not surprise me sadly.
You would be successful and sober without me. you can't turn your bakon me now
I possibly am a tad bit not really but maybe slightly intoxicated.
no real plans this weekend. trying to derail the alcohol induced fucking hell train I've been riding for the past three weeks.
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