I was. I was trying to blow bubbles in the toilet after I threw up in it. They had to carry me everywhere. I lost a sock.
Well at least he stopped keeping track of money by bottles of McCormick.
Walk of Shame today included voting.
I had fun this weekend too. According to Web MD, my symptoms say I had a miscarriage.
The girl behind me in psych just tapped me on my shoulder to tell me there was a condom wrapper in my hood.
God forbid we drive unregistered mopeds without license plates on a pedestrians only sidewalk without goggles while flipping off passing cars.
She just kept introducing me to people by telling them which of their friends I've fucked
And on that day, Satan said; "Let there be the friend zone and let us get fucking high." while Jesus silently cried in the background.
It was a book called Gay Safari.
I'm so happy for you now that you have found your perfect porn novel.
I'm sort of afraid for my life tho. If the 4th of July can be the way it was a DMX show is capable of anything
you made me suck your tit in the car and kept saying "good boy. I love you so much. good boy."
Apparently 24 hr fitness frowns upon the ingestion of psychedelics on its premises, don't see that in the sign up contract.
Really dude? drunk texts at 9 in the morning? its wednesday
so let me get this straight you just stared at his boner all night?
And now Google thinks I have a hard hat fetish...maybe I do...
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