she was bad bro. like...id rather put my dick in a blender. twice.
I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
every time i get drunk at her place i end up leaving with nothing but an empty box of toaster strudels..
No its cool, because I bought a handle of tequila earlier, in case things went south
it's like I can see my whorish nature reflected back at me in his wedding ring.
Much like Dre, I was forgotten about.
I am taking a candle lit bath, blasting some tupac and smoking a fat bowl. This is how every night should end. Did you go take a piss in his car yet?
We knew we were dealing with a pro when some random guy at the bar thew you over his shoulder and you still didn't spill your drink
Strangely enough, that's not the first time that's happened
You thanked your mom for the gymnastic lessons so you could do a keg stand
I lick assholes and I wouldn't eat mdma
I'm glad we smoked together,that was probs the biggest sibling bonding we will ever have.
We lost you in the bar so we waited outside for you...next thing you know you kick open the doors and yell "I'M ALIVE"
were you aware we were supposed to be taking care of her hamster this weekend?
I've never sung with balls in my mouth
when I said eat the rich I didn't mean like that but here we are sucking that capitalist dick
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