judging by the cake all over the hall, my neighbors had a pretty successful thursday too.
his life revolves around getting high and answering people on yahoo answers. he's perfect for you.
no one is here. wer drinking in the beer garden in the dark and we stole a bucket of blue paint off the sidewalk. now her legs are blue.
So yeah you need to stop having near death experiences at McDonalds.
I would literally rather jam a rusty rail road spike into my cock than be here right now. The whore showed up and now I might smash my iPhone into my face repeatedly until I'm no longer consisting of any sort of life.
I woke up to him yelling "WHO SLEEPS WITH A BEER IN THEIR HAND?!?" this of course, startled me awake and made me spill the aforementioned beer. So I guess the a answer is- not this girl, not anymore. Asshole
You just yell-acapella'd the theme to fresh prince of bel air to me while a different song is playing in the bar.
And please let him know I don't normally go off on long rants about feminist theory. That was totally the vodka talking.
after all you did bang a few mechanics. you must have got some second hand skills by now for building us a go kart.
Did we smoke in a portapotty last night? And if so, do you think the brown stuff covering my body is actually dirt?
Is it possible to break your brain with drugs?
His mom said he was in the ER and asked for prayers and positive thoughts. Apparently, me wishing the clap on him is not what she had in mind.
Started out playing table tennis then ended up fucking him on the table. Happy cinco de mayo
Remember when we made out in a Chik-Fil-A drive thru?
I'll just say I told you so at your funeral
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