Text. Mid BJ. 8 points.
He's on drugs...like drugs for horses.
I don't want to have to wonder if I'm draining my pasta in the same side of the sink you pissed in
In hindsight, trust falling your grandma was a bad idea. Sorry about that.
in fingerprint form on my ass. Seriously not cool. \ni bruiiiseeee like a delicate fruiiiitttt. Heeeaaarrr the rythymmm
if you really don't think our country's going to shit think of this. Exactly one year from now I will either be in law school or teaching young, impressionable kids, maybe even yours. Try to sleep after that.
no one could get around him on the stairs cause he surrounded himself with all the empties he could find, he said he was building a fort. then he passed out on them.
No talking tonight. Just drinking and puking up memories
Maybe there is a secret pocket full of cocaine in that spiderman wallet.
Dude, I'm pretty sure I slept with my TA's girlfriend
Who knew wearing a toga outside would provide for and infinite amount of dick to choose fron
Realistically you can't tell me you're gonna put mashed potatoes on your dick and expect me not to get excited
I woke up this morning next to my computer with Google search results for "how to put out a fire."
I'm very scared to turn around.
You know you have a problem when your man yells at you that his penis is not your personal play toy.
maybe i should limp back to therapy...
oh yeah will you also bring home vodka i wanna do shots on the roof
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