it was like playing where's waldo with your underwear
Where are I am going home with Ryan
I don't know who this or Ryan is but it is probably too late to talk you out of it
So on facebook, the pictures from my church mission trip are right up next to the pictures of my first time on E. Sorry Jesus.
he had a sign stolen from the tennis court hanging above his bed that said, "please limit play to one hour while others are waiting"
I don't care. I'm going to fuck John's friend and it's all your fault.
And then she apologized after the blow job for being too sick to deep throat. I'm in love..
Hypothetical question: how bad would bacardi be as an IV drip?
death...100% death...what r u planning.
all im saying is that if he was a normal person, he would have fucked me by now.
I'm going to smoke the pathetic stems and miscellaneous particles that weren't good enough for all my other bowls because its all I have left. This is my bag's Rudy moment.
I just watched in amazement as you had a full conversation about water temperature and bacteria with your pet goldfish.
She gave me a can of steel reserve to pour on myself in the shower
I kid you not. He let me in into his house, showed me the putt putt in his backyard. Offered to play me.
I seriously just had to blow dry my thong.
Fuck. Totally just had sex instead of studying for econ test in an hour. Gonna get fucked again. HELP ME WITH YOUR EXTENSIVE KNOWLEDGE OF ECON
woke up to two girls crawling on top of me forcefeeding me bacon. Best. Hangover. Ever.
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