we're at Rob's house and just invented the best drinking game ever....we are on Chatroulette and everytime we see a dick we all have to drink.
I don't call you at 3 in the morning to start a fucking relationship.
i found you on the dancefloor with your cell phone to your ear saying that you didn't like the music they played at the club so you were going to listen to your own
Yeah things got weird. You ate an entire bag of hotdog buns, then tried to catch a tree on fire with a candle.
she said she was living bicuriously through me.
we woke up to him feeding us cheetos at 3am. and by feeding i mean shoving them in our mouths and saying "i mean who doesn't like cheetos"
I've reached the slutty point of no return. And it feels like multiple orgasms and coke lines
I'd rather make snow angels in a pool of elephant shit.than sleep with him.
I'm going out with a guy whose nickname is Shark Week cause he'll eat anyone. I'm very excited.
Thank you for FINALLY joining the Slutasorus Rex club in this conversation.
Got super judged by this lady at the Rolling Stones concert last night. Bitch don't look so salty at my dad and I splitting two joints, an edible, and two margaritas. It's the stones.
When you're high, you dance like an injured velociraptor.
Today, I lack passion for anything but Taco Tuesday.
Acid king. Jackson puked a lot. Promoter booth. Angry security. No acid. Probably a good thing.
Thanks for supporting me through Robs retirement. I'm still in shock, but your dick helped.
Randomize
