What happened to fro yo and sex?
That Kevin guy is something else...His penis is fucking glorious. And he has a way with words. If he lived here I'd be the conductor of the fuck caboose. I mean literally I would never want to get off that thing.
Tequila ran out around 11 so she let them do body shots of chips and guacamole instead
Dude, I'm trippin balls. For real, I thought this bag on my floor was my dog for the longest time...
So here's a brief summary of my weekend: last night I drank four glasses of Death Punch, grabbed the toaster, said "This is mine", put it in my pants and walked out the front door.
he thought it would be funny to put his dick inside a beer bottle and wear it around. until we all realized how small his dick would have to be to fit in a beer bottle
Once again being low on toilet paper is forcing us into another round of our favorite game - toilet paper roulette - where there can only be 1 winner. Maybe.
Nothing. Its like my body doesn't know how to function on a Saturday when its not hungover and/or still drunk.
there is absolutely nothing wrong with two grown men staying up all night blowing lines drinking white wine and playing call of duty. don't judge me
I just found out two girls I dated met each other, bonded over how much they hate me, started dating and are gonna get married soon.
I was just hotboxing under my sheets and I got lost on the way out.
It was so scary.
Also-when I die, I want it to be with my arms above my head so that when rigor mortis sets in, my breasts are perky.
If my mom's not going to offer me drugs then it's really pointless for me to be here.
It was like we had a conversation with our eyes.
Was it a good conversation?
It was an awkward, sexual conversation.