At my boss' house at a bbq. Had a few beers. Taking a poop - there's no TP...this is my nightmare.
FYI... At my funeral, it will be your job to throw yourself dramatically onto my casket.
used his ipod to set the mood...1st song was livin on a prayr 2nd song was disco stick
i expected more from guys that i meet at the jersey shore.
he was sending me dirty texts but i was watchin nickeloden and couldnt get into it
im ashamed your my cousin
Gotta love hanging with Nat. By the time guys realize she isnt going home with them, they've spent enough money and time to think I'm a good idea.
This is ridiculous. It's like playing possible STD Clue, and I don't want to be the winner.
Hey I think I found part of your tooth next to your wine bottle in the floor board of my car.
blah blah blah they called me an alcoholic because I threw my beer at a Jesus freak. it was for the best
Not a clue. But I did find out that his penis has a British accent.
Nothing like an alcohol-fueled, 6-hour-long hunt for weed--complete with occasional breaks for sex.
I thought I could grab a hold of my stream of urine. So she left pretty soon after that.
The best part of the night was you shouting "I have to take the LSAT tomorrow" between shots of fireball.
Are you sexting with minion stickers right now?
dude igloo, 4 foot bong, and 3 grams of blue dream. will you be my eskimo buddy?
is it fun? or sober?
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