Come over! I've just turned Titanic into a drinking game. I drink every time I want to fuck Leonardo DiCaprio.
dude, I'm listening to "I believe I can fly", i'm high, and driving. this is so amazing.
He set 8 alarms to make sure I took my birth control on time..
The smoke alarm went off as soon as we opened the closet.
Right, because I totally see myself driving all the way down there to fuck his world famous penis.
Its all fun and games until someone grabs the electrical fence.
If you ever bitch out on 72oz margarita night again, this friendship is over
not sure if I should be concerned that my brother just stormed into my room and looked at me with a serious face and said, "I'm a peacock, you have to let me fly." oh, vicodin...
He gave me a card that said "I'm so glad we found each other... In the pants" and a pat on the head... My walk of Shame wasn't so bad.
Also, upon examining the photos, I have concluded that you were the sloppiest drunk girl of the night. And that's saying something considering Hurricane Jessica was in town.
He's claiming he can open a beer bottle with anything. He's been trying for a while now with a power rangers action figure and he is just cutting the hell out of his hand. There is blood all over billy
I haven't filled him in on Operation "find a sugar daddy & suck dick for money" yet, but I'm sure he just wants me to be happy.
Why did I ever allow that penis to enter my sacred temple?
Nothing makes the walk of shame as great as disapproval from a mom getting ready for work
you were shouting "me peeing on him is the closest he'll EVER get to my vagina!"
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