Its about making memories worth repressing
Calvin and Hobbes are double-teaming a butterfly. They're in the bathroom, and drawing a crowd.
we made malted milkshakes. malt as in malt liqour.
do you ever get flashbacks of ppl you had sex with and just shudder at how gross they were/how drunk you were?
story of my life.
Be careful there's warming lubricant on the floor. I will clean and explain later.
I'd bet your vomit would be flammable at this point. Can I try to light it?
We wouldn't be friends if you didn't.
i woke up hungover wearing my gym shorts and the condom from last night. Wine bar thursdays rule.
my mom went out and bought me new sheets and redecorated my room. its like she's more excited for me to get laid tomorrow for the first time in two months than I am.
Too many penises have met your hands. Stop or die.
I don't even fuck like that, he just happened to be in the right place at the right drunk.
You can achieve whatever you wish in your imagination with some help from drugs
Wanna play whack-a-mole in my pants?
Your word choices worry me.
I threw up in my room. And I cleaned it up with a spatula.
So uh. Your future in porn. Would you be willing to wear an alien costume for it?
HER BOYFRIEND CAME HOME WHILE WE WERE GETTING IT ON IN THE SHOWER
At least you smelled nice while he kicked your ass.
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