i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
You were running around the house covered in syrup, with shredded down pillow feathers on your body screaming "AFLACK!" at everyone
She stuck a Big Gulp bend-y straw up his ass to see if he could handle anal.
Ew, and?!
Well he couldn't and the deal was he had to drink something using it afterwards.
Honestly dude, i think you should ignore the restraining order if you really love her.
So befoe we go on this mission how reliable are you for bailing peope out of jail
you screamed santa and jumped in front of 50 kids to tell him you wanted a bong for christmas.
The boat wouldn't start, so we brought it back to her house and we've been sitting in it in her driveway for the past 5 hours drinking beer and yelling at peoplee.
They put 3 tbs of cinnamon in vodka shots and called it the "cinnamon death challenge"
Also my vagina isn't a crater of death where nothing comes out
Well, that was my first dog walk of shame. Nothing says "I've got my life together" like an inside out shirt and a baggie full of dog shit.
Dude the little bong I just got fits nicely in the cup holder in my car. The gods approve of my habits.
The guy whose porn password I use finally renewed his membership. Lazy fucker had been slacking all summer.
So high, just applauded for a magic trick on Hulu.
Just saw a car towing a guy on skis drive by so that’s how Syracuse is doing today.
FINE I guess I'll just drink regular coke like a PLEBIAN.
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