I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
his mom and I have the same butterfly tramp stamp. don't ask how that came up
I am not apologizing for rubbing my balls on your leg...that is a risk you take when you come out to the bar with me
Dude, the chicks a procotolgy intern. Don't cheat on her. She knows where it hurts the most.
I made a Wendy's employee say fuck this and quit because I started flipping out due to a baked potato shortage. Of course I had a good night
I just wrote "where Jason is" on the screen. He guessed "hospital" correctly.
I accidentally walked in the wrong house but I somehow left with a chicken leg. Good fucking night.
Can we table this discussion? The roommate is out of town and I have to eat pie on the couch in my underwear.
found one of my socks in the dishwsaher... xanax
I lost the right to judge tonight
So basically he is jobless, a potential serial killer, and has poor taste in music? We simply don't have time for that.
As she came, she moaned Roll Tide. I kid you not.
uh...sober saturday NEVER has a good ring to it.
I'm pretty sure he sprained my clit...
Interlocking vagina powers go!!'
Oh god, your drunk again aren't you?
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