I think that we as people have rights and that we should at the very least be warned before being subjected to Fergie
I just punched cris angel in the balls. I have photos.
In case you were wondering, you weren't dreaming. I really did get stuck between my bed and the wall last night.
I wanted to dispute a few 411 charges on my phone bill. The service rep told me I called them four times asking for Lady Gaga's number.
We are NOT roofying him just to get him to pass out so we can build a masive snow cock in his yard.
she has her graduation year in her skype name, it's like a constant reminder that she's jail bait.
The timing couldn't have been better if I planned it. His mom walked away, I vomited in their mulch, and then his mom came back and offered me bread.
All I remember is apologizing to his sister for being a bad influence while I was throwing up into a big gulp cup.
I'm usually good at keeping a straight face, but not while singing a ballad to a stranger in a bathroom.
You said this was your mistake shot and then vomited on the tv. Never forget.
He asked me the next morning if he fell asleep inside of me. Drunk is an understatement.
Seeking encouragement from my tinder matches to ace this test. I've sunk to a newest low.
Just taxi'd to the airport holding a zip lock bag of my own vomit. Bachelorette success.
He ate me out while watching Fifty Shades of Grey---needless to say I'm locking this down
I went to Walmart last night to buy some CDs--which is a sentence I never thought I'd say in 2016.
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