This ginger kid smells like a queef popsicle
True Life: I hate vaginal excretions
You know you hit rock bottom when you make out with a guy named after a cereal.
Just think about it this way, every time you work Sunday, it's another $75 and that equals another hooker when we go to Amsterdam.
this isnt the first time ive seen her dressed as abe lincoln
When I try to close my eyes ibwant to puke. Going to the basement to watch pocohantas. That'll keep myeyes open. And puke free.
the night probably should have been over when the guy let her fill out my mechanical bull waver for me because i couldn't read
hey dude my crackhead idol just taught me a great way to tie shoes
Its perfect, I supply the pot she makes the brownies. I love the culinary dept.
By the power invested in me i promise you hot wedding sex at my wedding.
I found your missing hash cookies. Fuck you and I'm sorry but there are only 2 left. I already had the munchies.
there was a goddamn geisha at house. my dick feels more cultured.
I just bought condoms and a potted plant, making for a top ten super weird and awkward purchase.
My life is pants optional.
I miss all the tiny banana hammocks... When can I go back to ogling? I can do it from a lot farther than six feet without any complaints.
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