so we'll all just be running around naked, basically. and high.
Update. It gets worse. A) he's done viagra and B) he wears socks at all times.
I twisted my ankle last night doing a super high five with 3 inch heels on.
he had to fake a sneeze attack to hide the fact he came in 15 seconds?!
so its atleast an 8 for creativity.
When I woke up in the parking lot today I decided it is not a good idea to hang out with you anymore.
Her directions to the house party: "the north star will guide you, turn left. I'm wearing the potato hat"
She fell down the stairs and hit her head on the concrete. Then she stood up, flashed us and stumbled away. I forgot to get her number..
You called him your tasty little crouton. Which actually wasn't the weirdest part.
I remember telling you it was cold out because the sun was going to explode and people were going to fight for corn. I feel I've mislead you.
Why am I always the sober one?
Cause you're the only one with any sort of self control. It's kinda your super power...
The last thing I remember about last night was guzzling white zinfandel out of the box and eating cheese. And I was thinking OH YOU FANCY HUHHH
I wish I knew the extent of my injuries before I climbed over the fence. Might have avoided the need to purchase a cupholder for my wheelchair.
He's going to wonder why I have burn marks on my asshole
I made a powerpoint to trip to.
you are so studious.
he's such a nice guy...he deserves a bigger dick.
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