found a dugout with weed in it in dad's car. decided to top up the weed compartment with salvia. for fun.
You showed the cops outside of the bar your boobs and then decided to go apologize to them. They admitted that the reason they hung out there was because of girls like you.
I guess you don't remember pouring tequila in the dog bowl and slurping it.
I would describe it as pure and unadulterated shock, mixed with horror and a touch of nausea.
he's like a stage 5 clinger and he won't even fuck me. he has to be gay. my personality isn't really THAT great.
On an unrelated note: I'm also a big advocate of the "never waste a boner" theory.
1. They have gold fish races every wednesday. 2. They have a redbull vodka slushie. We need to visit this place.
1. My fish will beat your fish. 2. Were getting fucked up
You can't find true love with Budweiser and a futon
My dads not up on pop culture but he's not dumb enough to believe your 2 girls 1 cup reference at dinner was from the bible.
Sidenote: do you recall your "give me the d" chant
I'd say things got weird when I started doing lines of molly in the box.
The family next to you was not pleased
Nothing like having your house arrest ankle bracelet vibrate and take a moisture sample at the exact moment you're about to blow it in some chick...buzzkill
I spent the last 6 months operating under the assumption that I HADNT fucked a paramedic. I was wrong.
I walked into your room and you were wearing party beads, a foam finger, and reading the dictionary. Good night?
Hey do you care to explain why there are 3 empty pickle jars next to me when I woke up or do I even wanna know?
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