Every single piece. I examined every single square inch of this peanut butter and jelly sandwich. and fell in love with every inch. that high.
Making pb&j crepes. Using corn tortillas. So high. I don't know if I'm offending French people or Mexican people more.
someone was throwing condoms at us.
no, they just magically show up around you.
I'm riding in a wheelchair, being pulled by a golf cart. You need to be here.
I wish you'd make everyone's lives easier and do him already. Then we can get rid of him.
No, no... it's pale and surrounded by awkward, curly, red hair. It's the Ronald McDonald of penises.
Oh just chilling alone with a stranger baby while everyone else clambakes the bathroom. Probation is the reason there is bad things in the world.
I was just laying in bed wondering if there's more important things in life than cheese stuffed pretzels.
There was probably a tattoo above her soulless vagina that read 'it's a trap!' Yet you ignored it
Welcome to stoned Saturday. Full of laser tag and beyonce and awesome
I think he has some internal "man stuff" that keeps getting in the way.
Like alcoholism and general douchbagary.
Who knew sons of strippers would be really feminist boyfriends?
I blame everything on you. My broken heart, my fucked up liver and my twisted mind.
Is there any reason why a taxidermic donkey head is in the shower?
I've been on the cocaine and semen diet for the last 24 hours, lunch sounds great.
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