let me put this in terms we both understand. he was the crunchwrap supreme of men--the perfect combo of all things manly, gooey and delicious. and ready for instant enjoyment.
day 8: i just gave goat a piece of pineapple soaked in rum. as an animal science major, im ashamed. as a normal person, it was awesome.
she refused to get out of the dog cage till we sang "be our guest" to her.
They were lying down in the parking garage pretending to be speed bumps...
i look like a southern belle. however, i am around a million kegs. so i will be a southern shitshow.
I actually kinda like her but everyone else hates her, so consider it a third party grudgefuck.
Haha, you avoided her at all costs. And then she shoved her tits in your face
I'm sitting at work trying to dust glitter off my pants. I can't hang out with her anymore.
Me too. We could do it like prostitutes. No kissing on the mouth.
It is officially Christmas time in Chicago. There's a drunk hobo on the CTA singing the first 2 lines of Frosty the Snowman over and over and over.
Its like he woke the dragon, and the dragon is hungry for a good dick.
i agree, on both the sex thing and the unrepentant bastard thing
My memory of last night is a delicious blur of tits, ass, and alcohol.
why is there a thong in the fridge-NOT MINE-and a half of a pickle on the stairs?!
I don't wear thongs. The picle was for dipping. Ill explain later. Lacy or plain thong ?
Guy just rode past on a lowrider bike smoking a blunt, I want his life
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