I need to go to a fraternity... my boobs are telling me to.
It only happened twice. Once we used extra virgin olive oil and once I used saliva and brute force.
everytime he calls himself the maxipad master i can't help but wonder what costume that would involve.
i love marijuana more then i could love a human baby.
you just can't say no to drugs on a mirrored table.
all ten of us were sitting in his room with the lights off and staring at his colorful moving screensaver for two hours. That high.
So... 5th graders can't whisper for shit, but apparently I have an awesome rack.
Haha. Niice.
Yeah, I didn't know whether to be shocked or flattered.
both.
All I remember was the chick screaming "don't hookup with him! His dick's the size of a cucumber"
No.. It's totally over.. He deleted the poke I sent him.. That makes it official.
What?? I'm covered in blood at the hospital, I atleast deserve a pic of someones boobs
I feel like an ass. I'm not blacking out ever again. I want to clean your feet for a year. Just like Jesus did.
I mean, who doesn't have an ex involved with bath salts?
We're gonna start a pole dancing competition or a bar fight. Stand by for results.
I think it's important to not involve Bar Food in any near future decisions.
Really dude? drunk texts at 9 in the morning? its wednesday
Randomize
