Those kids are glorified dude-bros. It's banal.
I realized that I've made out with a different boy almost every time we've gone to mcgoreys....I don't need a boyfriend...I have that bar
I could have mohawked her pubes.
he whipped it out and it smelt like my toilet after taco Tuesday
she had the hairiest bush ive ever seen. it looked like a spoiled head of lettuce.
We just spray painted his balls while he is passed out....I cant wait to see him try to figure this out in the morning.
Can we fast forward to the part where we get gyros
Whatever. I'll let someone else deal with his flacid penis.
It's official, my little sister has hooked up with more girls than I have.
she refused to get out of the dog cage till we sang "be our guest" to her.
literally have a bruise on my forehead from being over the toilet all night.
On an unrelated note: I'm also a big advocate of the "never waste a boner" theory.
I'm so hung over that I'm pretty sure I can feel the earth's rotations when I close my eyes.
I got here. Mom yelled "drink of the day is blueberry sangria" and next thing I knew I was on a slip and slide.
The smell of pee and coconut conditioner still makes me think of him
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