you want to go make fun of the strippers on try out night
i got kicked out last time for laughing
im marching my happy ass in there and im not leaving until he cheats on his girlfriend!
I went for the touchdown every play, and I think I ended up with herpes.
And for 6 straight hours, I laid on my bedroom floor trying to convince myself it would perfectly acceptable to pee on my own floor
Give me a heads up the next time you BBM me a voicenote of you cumming so I'll make sure not to play it while in the car with my parents. Miss you too.
It took me four clicks to get to 2009 on his profile. This can't work.
It finally happened. My conscience stopped working. I've never felt so free
filling out my bracket based on schools with ppl I've hooked up with
There was a community pot of Ramen, and if you were in the pool you were either fully clothes or ass naked.
She's using our floating beer pong table as an air mattress to sleep on.
In college, I had one standard. Penis. A lot has changed since then. Now I really only have one standard. Breathing.
You screamed "there will be blood" and punched some random guy in the face. So no, we can't go back to that bar.
I remember because you made a pirate noise when you came.
The bouncers found you passed out on the toilet. They tried to move you but you refused and repeatedly shouted that you wanted to go out like Elvis.
I'm like a bad decision making factory. I need to sit down and have a chat with my decision making elves.
Randomize
