I hate you but I'm not in hate with you
just smoked a blunt while listening to nsync. i now know what my childhood was missing.
When we woke up, I asked if we could play "what does your name rhyme with".....he said 'bave' thank god it was easy
Aside from the fact that there's a penis in my mouth, that's a pretty good picture of me
Ok that kid was ether gay or 12 with a beard.
I've never felt more disgusting in my life. And I'm including the time I snuggled that homeless woman in the puddle of my whiskey vomit.
I didn't know whether to laugh at the fact that a dog bit his balls or throw up cause my dad was telling me a story involving his balls.
I mean, that's eating your cake and fucking it too.
Remember that time you puked in a beer pong cup while someone else was playing?
that happened
I think I need a restraining order. I had 15 "selfies" of him on my camera roll......my phone has a lock code on it.
well you don't shave your pubes into a handlebar mustache and keep the party to yourself
I snuck out three pillows from the hotel i was rolling so hard. They are like little clouds. I regret nothing.
My hot gay tattoo artist grew a beard and I'm not taking it well.
That sad moment when the drawer I used to keep condoms in now has poptarts in it..
I think he may actually care that I call him slampiece instead of his real name. Who knew he had feelings?
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