You just made me feel so damn special
I'm eating all of the evidence.
Covered in glitter and dick. 2010 feels a lot like 2009.
im trying to make cookies in the george foreman
Street performer on bourbon st just lifted a sewer top so I could puke down it. I love New Orleans.
he was wearing a tuxedo, i was naked...it's a long story.
Aside from the fact that there's a penis in my mouth, that's a pretty good picture of me
I answered the door to some Jehovah Witnesses hungover and wearing nothing but a white tshirt. I think they made it the church goal to reform me, we've gotten four pamphlets. My mom's going to make me convert if they keep coming.
I take your giggles as a yes to operation McLaxitives?
google maps should a have a setting for this. like I AM ABANDONING EVERYTHING TO MEET A GIRL WHO IS 10 HOURS OF MILES AWAY. HOW DO WE DO THIS OPTIMALLY?
He motorboated me, gave me a business card that said congratulations on my motorboat, then disappeared into the night.
Find him and marry him.
I AM EATING BACON AND CHEESE. FUCK THE BULLSHIT.
I just woke and boke and made apple pancakes. I'm kicking Monday in the dick.
meanwhile at my house I found 2 bud heavys in the back of my book shelf crammed between a Franklin book and goodnight moon
he asked me for a magic BJ...is that supposed to be different from a normal BJ?
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