i just got a UPS package from a name and address i dont know, with one of my thongs in it. no recollection.
Drinking mikes hard & watching the swan princess. i fucking LOVE college
stop texting me from phones in the verizon store and pretending to be guys i talked to when i was drunk. its confusing.
his life revolves around getting high and answering people on yahoo answers. he's perfect for you.
spotted: something called the tunnel of opression. i feel like if we patricipated we wouldnt even be phased or we could run it better than them
I don't know at which point last night turned terribly, terribly wrong, but it was somewhere around Motel 6, specifically the parking lot.
Question: trumpet bong. Can it work.
He came over apologized for his lack of sexual skills. Cleaned my kitchen cooked me dinner. And gave me another one minute stand. I think im okay with this
Boobs have been pretty central in my life somehow lately which makes me question if I am truly gay
I woke up and sent him a text that said 'I'm sorry forever'
Yeah but you let me touch your butt. You're clearly the winner.
Do it break your family into faction start a civil war
You put a bag of sliced onions in the microwave then screamed, "voila, onion rings!"
You need to go! It’s a midwestern wedding - the single girls out there think life ends at 25 if they don’t have a picket fence and family. That’s when your penis introduces himself
Will you PLEASE get your mom to stop telling me I'd make a great husband? She knows I'm gay, right?!
I know, but she really likes you. Have you met my brother yet?
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