Regardless of the degree, it's probably not good to relate so closely to the Steve-O documentary.
All I want to do right now is burp, puke, and fart. In that order.
its 4:30 pm. In the mall. Just threw up into my hands. I love Vegas and Vegas loves me
3 girls crying in the bathroom at the bar. Its like a Christmas song
I was pretending that it wasn't happening. Until we had to roll down the windows as she was vomiting apologies into a Target bag.
Its not personal, its just business. I'm the Donald Trump of blowjobs.
I swear with his long flowing hair and god-like body he looked like Jesus, a bong hitting Jesus
threw up on my 7.30 AM placement test. Never again
It was about the point the universe collapsed in on itself and I was a singularity of insanity that I realized I was tripping balls.
When someone comes out of your vagina and stomps on your dreams, you'll understand.
i don't know what part of 'duct tape bikini waxes' seemed even a little okay in our drunk minds, but i'm never drinking with your sister again
to improve your porn experience, just imagine a slow speaking older English man narrating it all like a Nature documentary
the evidence suggests last night I either took a bath in beer or drank 18 beers while in the bath. either one sounds good to me. sad i don't remember it
I know I'm not a hook-up kind of chick but he is a firefighter & an EMS worker. I felt like maybe I'd be a good person if I let a good person inside of me
When I came out of the bathroom you were naked dead asleep on the couch but your dick was still rock hard standing straight up. I almost took a pic. It was impressive.
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