I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
home. puking in laundry basket.
Pregaming class all semester has made this final review session more like my introduction to the topic.
my mom found me this morning spread out like jesus sleeping on the living room floor. i had a piece of bread over my eyes to block the light out
got into a fight with a bouncer over who's moustache is better again last night...
We saluted the chips to the national anthem before cooking them. The house has to get a munchies fryer
THIS IS A FLATMATE WARNING! The white powder next to sink is washing powder I spilled and is not meant for human comsumption. I repeat- do not digest, snort or smoke the white powder next to the sink!!!!
Just visited the liquor store.... for the 4th time today. shits gonna get weird
Only Tommy would bring a stripper pole to a bonfire
How the hell could he be confused. He had a naked girl running to him. I feel like he would enjoy that.
I had 2 shots but she spilt one on me. Kinda mad but kinda grateful
He kept telling me that he didn't serve two tours in Iraq for my bitch ass to drink banana rum.
He's got the most well kempt beard I've ever seen and I need it between my thighs is basically what I'm saying
Still riding the magical train of drugs so, yeah, Id say I feel great
I wore my old cheerleading uniform.. He came before I even touched his dick. Should I be irritated, or flattered?
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