yea pretty sure we followed the trail of your spaghetti-o vomit to find the car
Want any specific kind of beer?
Yeah. Alcohol flavor.
Got it. Anything but Miller.
she is medically diagnosed as a nympho. she has the paper to prove it. hell. fucking. yeah.
it was surprisingly calming to be rocked to sleep by his roommate humping on the bottom bunk
no. 1 rule of bromania: no females
I wasn't sure how he was going to followup "so,i shot myself.." i guess "w a nail gun" is the best choice out of what I expected
My goal is to upperdeck the house I'm at, because it's some girl I don't know's birthday. Welcome to adulthood, bitch.
So I think before Superbowl weekend begins we should all take a look back on last year and learn from our pitfalls... AKA no touchdown shots and kitchen crying.
Ripped as fuck driving to get a portrait of my cat tattooed on my arm
then a garbage truck rolls up to the club, they hop out, and walk right in like they own the place
I turn into such a nice and loving person when I take Vicodin
I just want orgasms and emotional validation. Is that too much to ask?
I figure I since I made out with him that I at least had to save his number in my phone.
all i'm saying is don't blame me if your purses are filled with whoppers
are we talking malt balls or BK?
There's a big ass bed, hella ecstasy, and I can guarantee you'll regret every second that you remember.
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