I just spit my fake tooth out at a customer. I think he thought it was my bubble gum though so it's ok.
I'm done. I'm tired and there's a topless pic of me floating around the nation's largest 3G network.
The douche that always wears spandex at the gym just walked into class with a dick going into his mouth drawn on his face. The professor said "rough night" and he still has no idea. Tyring to get a pic
I told him I wanted to have sex to "halleluiah", he suggested the poke-rap.
Thank you, bloody toiletpaper I found in the hamper. I was worried that today was going to be boring.
So can we talk about how we all three made out with the bike taxi driver in lieu of paying him. I'm not even mad, that's resourceful. You know what married girls would have had to do? They'd have had to pay.
Chapter 6 - how to lose your underwear in chicago
If you could smell my eyes you'd understand the whole story
I'm not sure how many more innuendos I can slip into this fucking conversation before I just blatantly say "I want to fuck you."
I CAN CONTROL MY GERBIL WITH MY BREATH. HE FOLLOWS THE SMELL. PROBABLY WOULDNT BE AS EXCITING IF I WASNT HIGH OFF MY ASS, BUT STILL
candyland with pharmaceuticals ... what could go wrong
We got kicked out of yet another strip club because your mom wanted to "show these kiddies how it's done"
dude you pointed at my dad's crotch and said I'd tap that. I didn't even know you were gay.
OMG also, I'm sorry I tased you a lil
Someone made a mask out of a crown royal bag. Can't decide if tacky or awesome.
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