Text. Mid BJ. 8 points.
he had more hair on his balls then in my Easter basket
You leave a trail of fuck everywhere you go
It was like good, clean fun, but with bodyshots.
I'm gonna have to fantasize about her dying just to get off.
Every fourth of July I get sentimental when I think back to the one where we drove around baked off our asses crashing multiple cookouts listening to Team America's "America, Fuck Yea" on repeat. I miss us.
I wonder if they have a "21st birthday" section in the hospital..
I'm going to superglue stuart's hands into socker boppers
You guys don't happened to be dressed as gladiators, do you?
They are the perfect team. One always has weed, the other always has cigarettes. They're like the Batman and Robin of drugs
You wrote me a check. For zero dollars. For my soul. Dick.
You know you're a heffer when you discover chocolate frosting on your smoking apparatus
You were silly, high, and chewing on things.
Just a little drinking. So much fun and love. The world is a shiny wonderful sphere in the sky so why shouldn't we celebrate?
Go shave, and then go fuck the man
YOU ARE SO CRUDE, I LOVE YOU
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