Apparently 151 is to me what spinach is to popeye.
about to play the homeward bound drinking game. alone. what are you doing tonight?
its simple. when his lips are on my clitoris i want to marry him. when they are speaking i want to kill him.
So, I picked up my 7 ft tall lamp post and used it to close my door. I feel quite accomplished.
There was no way out of it, seeing as I left my photo ID right next to the vomit.
More importantly, he hasn't caught an STD yet. I mean I'd say it's luck, but at this point it has to be skill.
Let's just go topless and paint glitter over our nipples who the fuck cares
we are out of drugs. and patience. please bring former.
announcing that you were the mayor of bjtown got their attention.
Just copped mushrooms from a dude in a business suit. U comin or what?
It's Christmas, you should know what a virgin is.
I had 2 shots but she spilt one on me. Kinda mad but kinda grateful
Not going to lie, when I looked in the tub I expected to see what might have been remnants of a squirrel.
A dozen naked frat boys in squirrel masks just ran by. Welcome to the official start of the holidays.
My brain is like a TV with 10 channels, 9 of them are static and the other one just plays that one Nagito Komaeda edit on loop 24/7
Randomize
