I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
i lost my life and panties somewhere between the 15th and 16th round of slap the bag.
I developed a drinking game for WoW. Everytime I die, I take a shot.
Please get laid.
i think i have that disease where you wake up in strange places drunk.
i was way too optimistic last night... got back to my apartment and the porch light was still on, like i'd actually make it all the way home.
I just dropped my cookie in my glass of milk and looked at it for ten minutes. Thanks for telling me you made weed cookies.
I started making breakfast to subdue the hangover and last of the shrooms and only got as far as eating a half frozen pierogi out of a dixie cup.
And leave it to John to ask the cabby to make a Porno in his cab
Please tell me why your entire hallway smells like microwaved condoms.
Hey history final, how's it feel to be raped in the ass by my steel cock of ACADEMIC PERFECTION?
you are way too vulgar to be a girl
Everyone loves nachos, first of all. Second, Ke$ha is entirely appropriate for the age grou too young to realize she probably has Hep C.
I'm truly not mad that he's at a strip club, it's that he couldn't look far enough into the future to figure out how to get himself home from one
SHE BROUGHT HER PARROT TO THE PARTY. IT SQUAWKS EVERY TIME SOMEONE VOMITS LIKE 'PARTY FOUL SQUAWKKKKKK'
I think you just have to raise your bang age from 40 to 50, hope dust doesn't fly out and make her say tony danza
He just started dry humping the air... I'm done
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