bang him and never speak to him again. also, queef in his face.
i dont this its possible to queef on command.
His friends call him "Gasm".... Im going for it.
My mom just called and reminded me not to throw up in any cabs tonight. Happy St. Patty's Day.
The camp director doesn't care if we drink and i'm running the rifle range. Someone is going to get sued.
they were having a wine tasting so i tasted every wine...then knocked over an entire display of gourmet olives and was asked to leave... but they still let me buy my 6 bottles of wine before escorting me out
Holy mother of cocks. I was grind-with-my-boss drunk last night.
Being the only sober one.. I had to feed you guys doritos. You kept licking my fingers.
It just hurt to pee because he was fingering for fucking gold in there.
he told me he was a Boston Bruins fan so I took his hat into the bathroom and peed in it...I've never been a prouder Ranger fan
The sigh of relief when u realize none of your drunk texts will result in permanent damage
He is just a personification of a vodka hangover.
Yes. Sex with questionable women, and made of potatoes.
He peed in the bird bath. Those birds are gonna be pissed
I just got hit on at the bar by a guy who used his mother as a wingman, she was pretty convincing. Only in Stratford.
Also. I think I just got sentimental over a nude
YOU LICKED MY MAKEUP OFF.
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