Here's the thing. I'm really high and have lots of questions about lightning.
Well I tried to steal a golf cart. I fought with the Chick-Fil-A cow. And other things.
The lid of our salsa is promoting a contest that ended in July '09
Kristy will be communicating through my phone. Due to her current blood alcohol level, the laws of Pennsylvania, Erie county, and common decency have deemed that she is no longer permitted to have her own phone.
Drunk naked twister. My place. Heath is trying to use his dick as a third leg.
I confess. I just downed the bottle of saki. And I'm singing phantom of the opera to the dogs. Be glad you're not here for the high notes.
At this point i guess a traditional, non-life-threatening pity fuck is too much to ask for
Whenever you're sad about your life, just remember that I'm on a first name basis with the late night taco bell drive-thru workers.
She kept asking for cigarettes, than just put them in her purse as "savings"
He has a British accent. He could read me the phone book and I would come so hard he would need a wizened old man in a rowboat to save him.
Sex in a hot air balloon, top that one!
I don't know man. She said my cock made her promises my heart couldn't fulfill.
I have to make calls today at work. So I'm gonna call your phone and leave some random messages. Just delete them.
He broke his arm in a fistfight with the bouncer. it was neat.
That guy u hooked me up with kept calling me james while were doing it...
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