susan atkins died, charles manson's lady
dont cry, there are other serial killers to crush on.
So she comes up to me at the end of the night and asks me if I going to take her home and fuck her. I pretty much had to right?
you had an obligation.
They are making fun of natty and blackberries.
Tell them they are ugly.
sometimes i wish i was a boob, they get to chill in soft and cuddly little cup things.
I went to the haunted house just to see her - Hello new fetish!
He put himself in the friend zone by calling me dude all night so I blew his friend. Judge me.
I STILL HAVE A HARD TIME DECIDING WHAT TO WEAR IN THE MORNING HOW WOULD IT BE POSSIBLE FOR ME TO PICK A PAIR OF PANTS AND GO OH ILL JUST WEAR THESE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE
There's a website where you can order a pile of horse shit to be dropped on a persons doorstep. So that's another option.
My CPA just snapchatted me a picture of her playing beer pong at a picnic. Time to do my own taxes?
You seriously knocked all the beer off the table, broke the beer pong table, broke the bar and kept yelling "you have to warn me first!" all because I wouldn't let you have another four loco
Sarah was butt-chugging wine and diarrhea'd all over the wall
Facebook: “Hey you fucked on a diving board, you should probably should wish him a happy birthday”
we were clicking our heels together saying theres no place like home, while the cops were tellin us to call our parents and tell them what happened.
Can we climb Your roof?
No bitch its 2am go home.
He has a syndrome called asshole. And it flares up 24/7.
Randomize
