I wanna passion pit in your ass
listen. just hotwire a car, take off the license plate, make up a new one on a sheet of paper and go the speed limit. i do it like, at least 3x a week.
flashcards smell like vodka and my textbook is in the toilet. ready for the final
somehow writing 'not a skank' on yur boobs doesn't really make you look less skanky...
y-o-u-r-e = you are, y-o-u-r = your. you are a bag of douche not your bag of douche. if you're going to insult me at least do it in proper english. that is all.
It was like watching Stephen Hawking try to swim.
I don't remember much, but my night is dated pre-Jaeger and post-Jaeger. Also, my boss may or may not have tucked me in.
If anyone ask I'm rushing for brotherhood, not so that this bartender will suck my dick
I think these people may actually be nudists. You know it's bad when I feel uncomfortable.
Koalas always seemed like really high little puppy kittens to me.
Know what's awkward? Having a couple of moving guys watch while you detach the bondage cuffs from your bedframe, that's what.
Your normalization of crazy is frightening.
I mentioned the porn thing he mentioned a brother it all kinda just came together
It was a good thing I was on the balcony flashing those guys or I would have never seen her skipping to his car
Just got high with dad
Correction: more high. He's sharing gummy bears with me.
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