when I scratched it gently some sort of watery looking stuff came out...so then I just stopped thinknig about it.
If hangovers were people John Goodman would be living in my skull trying to eat the back of my eyes
hes 24 and dating a highschool junior and keeps saying how happy he is. happy about what? her ACT score??
saw you walking with that piece of shit
and that piece of shit just read that
you don't understand, he speaks spanish and is tall. i have to do him.
Well, I can't relate. I have no idea what it feels like to withhold sex. Or have self-control in general.
You told him you loved him!?
I mean if he translated "Zi luve ku" as that then yes.
You told me if you could get your shoes on, you deserved a coke and rum. We never made it to the party.
We literally just Chinese fire drilled so I could give him road head.
there is vomit in the pocket of my dress coat. i remember thinking "this is a weird place to puke" at some point in the evening, but i dont understand how i did this.
Do you remember trying to make pizzas with the domino workers last night...while trying to speak their language with them.. spanish?
Just saw a dude dressed as captain america driving down the highway. He saluted me.
it's a rainbow of FUCK YOU
got cock blocked by the cops again. two of the cops were the same ones from that t bell incident and they recognized me... they still dont like me
I'm like a camel in the desert in a black hole I'm so thirsty.
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