that's fine. btw we still need $500 for the donkey...
Yeah I guess I was Pocahontus. If she were a trifling drunk who hung out in her undies, with possible brain damage.
Straightened my pubes. My dick looks like John Lennon fucked Gonzo.
Yeah not really sure what I said but I remember "douchebag" and "fuck your own face"
To a 70 year old lady?!
I'm still tasting pancake mix. I think this may actually be a serious medical problem...
An don't say it's "personal preference" cause I don't buy it. I just want to have normal cool guy balls. I don't want to be the dude that's still rocking the equivalent of the "mid 90's bowl cut" of scrotum haircuts.
I just want him to come back from NOLA alive, without an arrest record or stripper glitter on his clothes...
Those seems like unreasonable expectations for a bachelor party honestly...
MY BRAIN IS OSCILLATING. DOES THAT EVEN MAKE SENSE
if a CSI technician examined our hotel room with a black light he'd think we hit the Pulse button a DNA blender without a lid
The one that slept in my truck and you peed in his face?
Nah, I was done when the Big Pun lookalike began to sob and tell me I looked like his ex...
Someone just needs to roll me into a blanket burrito and feed me drugs
I'm not fucking any of these fools. But if they want to buy me Olive Garden, that's their business.
QUICK FAX ME THE BALL
Not how faxing works at all btw
Just remember I’m your roommate with extremely questionable morals
Exactly, what could possibly go wrong
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