dunno bout you, but i grow tired of beef curtains
I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! Live in the flesh!
The worst part is I think my tongue cut his penis and now he wont talk to me.
He shit in the bushes next to the pool at the Venetian, after throwing up in the hallway. You really can do anything in Vegas.
how you manage to cockblock me from 500 miles away still baffles me.
UPDATE: WE WILL BE HITTING THE BATMAN PINATA WITH A SWORD
We crashed a rave, threw glitter all over Gay Dan and the bartender, broke a chandelier and called ourselves the Kings of Neon.
We have started to decorate penises.
I'm sitting on the toilet just to avoid my bosses look of disapproval
(This is the second time ive been high enough to decide to run for office)
Why did you fed-x me a peanut butter sandwich?
It seemed like the thing to do. There's popcorn on it too.
STOP smoking sooo much weed. Damn
I couldn't find pants for like 20 minutes so I was butt ass naked just sitting on your floor
Pulled over to puke on the way to sign closing papers on the house...Good sign of responsibility.
My sexual preferences tend to require a degree in psychology to understand
What's that? Is there a bottle of Jack calling me? I think so...
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