I mean, he's dancing back and forth between pathetically sad and massively fucking creepy.
i woke up, turned over, and noticed an assortment of knives stuck in my wall. i should prob stop drinking
dude, i think we just came across a situation where tits weren't worth it.
She gave him a lap dance on the glass table. You can guess how that ended
It just gets louder and louder too...dear god. Her poor vagina.
I don't think I have but I might've died. If I have then come get me, I'm in the flower bed. And still game.
My neighbors are outside blasting Hootie and the Blowfish while drunkenly hitting a stump with a hammer. I could get used to this.
New low: falling asleep with my face in the toilet only to be awoken when my hand slid down and touched the water. It's moments like these I wish I could forget.
It's like the sisterhood of the traveling vaginas over here
I vaguely remember taking a yard light, holding it up like the statue of liberty, and all of us at the party chanting the national anthem. What a glorious night
LOOK AT MY ASS AND LEGS IN THIS SKIRT. I KNOW ALL THE BEST HIDING SPOTS IN THIS BUILDING. AND I OFFER TEQUILA.
I was going to try being motivated today. But then I took a hit while still in bed.
Quick, I need a picture of your dick. Don't ask questions, just show me your genitals.
I would ride that face into the sunset
i had to win in rock paper scissors, get called a fat whore, and make two dudes get in a fight so we could call next game on the table and you make zero cups. thanks asshole.
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