No I'm not coming over. That Bob Ross drinking game is too intense.
They're not that bad of drunks, they come back to the vehicle with more stuff than they went in with, so its a profitable venture.
No we just stood in the kitchen and laughed for 2 hours about how funny the popcorn noise was.
He stumbled into my room, flopped on my bed, shoes on my pillow and asked me for a juice box. Then fell asleep with the juice box on his forehead.
Hurry there's four guys dressed up as a bachelorette party, one has a condom veil and the rest are selling candy bouquets and asking if anyone wants to get laid for $5
Sooo Zach and Judd are on my porch drunk eating leaves and flowers...
My dream of watching a live dick sword fight might never be realized now. Currently sobbing, shots to follow
Signs of a stoner: trying everything in your fridge topped with peanut butter to seek satisfaction.
In all honesty the person most likely to secretly slip me drugs would be ... Me
the reputation of my dick game is on the line. You're killing the team, here, G
I'm pretty sure male strippers are the last things I need in my life right now.
I will pepper spray him so fast I don't even care
I have dined. Now I want to get fucked.
He told me he would make me come so hard I would throw up. I'm actually horrified that he thinks that's something any person would want
Just woke up beside some twink in a kilt.. how is your sunday going
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