Remember when you weren't going to be a shit show?
i either bought an eighteen year old girl or i'm engaged to her... i'm not quite sure
You litterally reached into some girls shirt, pulled out her tit and yelled whats up with this guy.
His hands were made for my vagina.
We're going to play a drinking game. It's called "Senior Year of College."
I literally saw him try to open a beer can with his anus. We need o step up our game.
I was trying to get everyone to go to the bar but I puked on my hands, so nobody took me seriously.
She has that type of face she reminds me of that weird girl from napoleon dynamite only taller and with hoop earrings.
Pretty good. Thinking about getting day drunk and filling out job applications so I don't hate myself as much
Tacos and sex are way better than any anti depressant pill ever was. I think I made a medical discovery here.
If my vagina was a person it would have a bandage around its head and it's arm in a sling rn
I want to find him again. His Corona tank top and I were made for each other.
I think my stomach is breaking up with me. It's giving me back everything I ever gave it.
Why does my mask smell like doritoes?
Are you coming over for scrambled eggs and hand jobs?
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