i love waking up at 5am with an imprint of a toilet seat on my chest
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I remember my first beer.
Only in Rhode Island.
I love the fact that you love to have your head stuck in the toilet with a pile of shit and vomit and love the print it makes on your chest, glorious.
Why? I would be highly upset if that happened (more than) once...
sarcasm, my friend.
Stay classy rhode island
Good job, retard. Maybe you won't poison your body like that again. If you have to harm your body with toxic substances in order to have fun, then you must be a really boring, depressed, and stupid person that has no life and no goals. Congrats to you.