Its like we are women, and boise state is a gangster rap song. This game is degrading
and im sitting here waiting for them to work on my car. in a room full of men. that are too old for me. its like a sausage fest nightmare...
Can you please check on Jay? He just called and left a Backstreet Boys song on my voicemail. Either it's 1998, or someone needs to go back to rehab.
so explain to me why i woke up in jail this morning
because you opened a jar or pickles and a bag of fritos and layed down in the middle of aisle 7 while singing 'la cucaracha'
no more ever clear
He managed to light the Jello on fire...
Grad practice is like a live scrapbook of my drunken sexual encounters
Hes stumbling drunkenly around the streets of New York with a balloon vagina on his head. I'd say hes having a good night.
If I give you a key to my place you have to promise to one day wake me up with a blowjob.
And by one day I mean once every two weeks.
Did I run into a tree or get punched in the face?
Both.
Jesus Christ that hit just spoke to so many levels of my soul. It's caressing them softly
She's like a solid nine. Well maybe not a tomorrow morning nine, but she's a nine right now and trying to take me home.
You sent me a picture of curly fries with no explanation attached. This is the first time you've texted me in 2 months.
We set around a table in a hotel room and he spoon fed Molly to everyone there... I felt sketch for sec but then... Oh well.
my god I love twenty year old dicks
if they didn't want us to do blow at uni, why would they make textbooks so smooth?
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