just sold my soul for a pack of cigaroos. little do they know they got the short end of the deal. suckers.
apparently the secret to your success is patron
Someone's playing Limp Bizkit out loud on the train. I think the decade reset it self.
On the one hand, she would be the biggest mistake of my year. On the other hand, she's here and drunk.
aparently i pased my english final. I don't even remember taking it.
So many lesbians keep hitting on me. I'm about to give up and just go home with the manliest one.
She told me that when she orgasms she just lays there like that baby from teenmom. Who the fuck says that
Just pure bliss will emerge from Charles, my tranny bong.
Damn you and your marathon penis with its superhuman capabilities
I swear you won't find cereal in your washer machine again.
I'm not saying I would have to be high to sleep with him. I'm just saying it would probably help.
Somehow I woke up next to the bouncer who kicked us out of the bar last night...
what happened last night?
we watched you eat an entire bag of dorritos in the pouring rain... you refused to come inside
I just sold Adderall to a priest, im not quite sure how I feel about this situation
her idea of a romantic time is a bottle of jager, some Guacamole and chips.
can't go wrong with guac.
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