but i am gonna have to have sex w/ him again to get my earrings back
bang him and never speak to him again. also, queef in his face.
i dont this its possible to queef on command.
I've spent too much of my life staring at my bberry and counting to 5 to see if it blinks
i walked into the party and i guess everyone knew because they began to chant "ass to mouth"
we could easily be the first people to smoke 3 bowls and pound a Four Loco before goin on a tour of the Tillamook cheese factory
You need to stop blackout tweeting at him to have sex with you on the roof of your dorm. He doesn't even have a twitter.
Meh. People are people bro. All of us are hairless psychotic apes. Happy 420.
I don't know what I would do if cheese never existed
Someone's stooooned
i miss freshman lecture halls much harder to take shots in a class of 20
You know you've got awesome issues when the main deciding factor of whether or not to cut your nails depends on nacho consumption in the near future
lost her for two hours. she was banging a russian guy in her car in the parking lot. he told her she was majestic.
Made it just outside my dorm and yack on the front dirt. Wave to a dad thats staring, continue on my way.
I'm at the point where I'm more upset that he got to keep my bottle of Fireball than that he stopped talking to me with no explanation
Wow. Memory lane. What a horrendously unsightly jizz stain on the tapestry of life.
I can't dude. Last time I was there, I blew the bartender in the bathroom at last call.
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