Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
I am at a bar watching a rat tail get braided.
Pretty sure I just has te same conversation as you. He suggested I get, sell, and fuck the hoes, and once all was said and done, that I should refer afforementioned hoes to him, to perform felatio.
I can do it, this is my punishment and I will accept it, plus id like to see the look on peoples faces when I throw up on them
You know what I'm hearing? Blah, blah, blah, I have pneumonia, blah, blah, blah, I'm a quitter. COME OVER AND PUT YOUR PENIS INSIDE ME.
The shit I just took was my body's way of telling me bourbon and mixed nuts aren't an appropriate dinner. Well played, colon. WELL. PLAYED.
Carson when you get home I want you to go downstairs and go into each bedroom and pick up the underwear and either throw it out or give it back to the people who own them. Look all over the room. Thank, Love Mom
The attempted closet masturbation was unforgivable.
That was the most fucked up I've ever seen him. He had the fucking Canola Oil!
Well, maybe we can talk about it over a drink and some crushed up vicodin.
Didn't pick classes because we were out all weekend...only open course is "alcohol and drug problems". Fucking ironic.
so then the cop took one last hit off our blunt and then drove off in his car and we just all stood there thinking, yea... that just happened...
Oh you mean the girl that gave me a black eye when I told her I liked her fake eyelashes?
he sent me a picture of him holding out his pinky so we could pinky promise. i have to fuck him now
Your vagina must be outstanding or have a secret entrance to Narnia if someone is will to fly from Texas for one night of it.
I’m good. I learned that a guy ate the mushrooms that were growing out of his toilet, so there’s that.
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