It's like a parade of train wrecks.
I know its time to do laundry... i cant even find a dirty sock to wear because they all have jizz in them
then for some reason i googled "how much to buy a cannon"
I'm sorry for throwing the cheese everywhere, but it wasn't my fault. No one was enforcing disipline so not really my fault for not behaving
I could get a dump truck for 1000. Think of the possibilities.
My shirt is ruined. If I ever get the idea of doing a tequila shot through my nose ever again, shoot me.
we're going to the olympic park to run the 100m yeaaaahhh
it's 3am. Nothing could possibly go wrong here.
Nothing says thanksgiving like acid flashbacks
I mean you would really have to try to not have fun at a party that doesn't require pants....
ok, i suppose pissing your pants could be considered a wardrobe malfunction.
I figured you were on something. You're way too happy right now to be sober
DO I FUCKING *LOOK* LIKE SOMEONE WHO HAS THEIR ACT TOGETHER!?!? THE ANSWER IS "NO"!
Road head absolutely translates. That's the beauty of road head... It's so portable!
My mom said "I saw the signs you guys were high, so I made the spaghetti"....so ya, I'd say she definitely knew
as i was trying not to drunkingly fall off her toliet, i noticed her socks laying there. i quickly grabbed them, ran upstairs, and excitingly asked her if she had gotten them at sams club. she replied with, "...those are your socks."
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