Ooooh. That's not a mole. Uncomfortable.
ok think of it like jelly beans. if you can learn to like the licorice ones, youll always have lots of them because no one else wants them. its the same with fat chicks
Im partying with a unicorn. You don't even know.
I know I'm not learning anything when I can't even spell the name of the class I'm taking
You just projectile vomited on my dad across the table at waffle house.
Do you think he can smell the vodka?
You need Jesus. Or a midol and a snickers. Whichever.
you're letting him buy you a plane ticket...to kentucky...so you can fuck him?
i know. i'm only adding to the interstate sex trade problem.
i almost set my kitchen on fire last night. homecoming week is getting the best of me
he said that weed should be legal but that particular bong shouldn't be. i stared at a clock for an hour and a half after i ripped. so logically, i completely agree.
I don't know if I want to cry scream puke or go somewhere and drink more. This is such a weird emotion.
I just commented on the education level of his penis.
I texted him 3 days ago he said he was pre gaming for the Super Bowl today he just text" gtomajg kaka hee 48!!!"
Looking through last night's sexting, realized one is a haiku..
I've seen too many dicks in the past week. I can't do it anymore.
It's a shame, really, because he's got the cock of a horse... And the personality of dry toast.
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