you were calling yourself Ulickes S. Cunt.
you took a scissor and started screaming "I WANNA KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE BALD"
She bent the beer can with her tongue. I'm scared of what she'll do to me
Hickies on top of my hickies. I need a leash and/or a positive female role model
I walked into your room and you had fallen asleep smoking a cigarette. You just had the butt in your mouth with ash all over your face.
Drank a beer through my butt, how's your initiation going?
Perfect. And my grandma just called me and talked to me for eighteen minutes telling me that she was worried because of my Halloween costume that I'm not a Christian and that I'm not eating. Wtf.
True freedom is running around a sex club in former power plant in Berlin wearing a boots, a jock
i know. like I have the nerve to talk about poverty. I eat peanut butter out of the jar.
Getting haircut. The stylist asked about the body paint dried in my hair. I told her there was prob glitter, too. It was a fun night!
But wait then while giving his drive thru order he goes in mid sentence, "Hey baby it's Travis remember me?"
Are there rules against fucking your ex's dealer?
he's really high and upset. he just found out alice from the brady bunch died
At least he uses his lack of impulse control for chaotic good instead of chaotic evil
We'll handle his penis the same way we handle day drinking; together.
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