So Ive decided I have serious issues. Im walking around the school with a bag labeled booze money collecting from people while slightly hungover at 8:20 in the morning, and nobody is questioning me.
I farted on Jack's balls last night. He got pissed and walked away cause he knew it was on purpose. I couldn't hold it in anymore.
Found a barbie with nipples. Life is complete.
No no no no no. Not interrested. She looks just like Kim's fat booth picture. Only real.
I walked into the garage and you were telling the bikes that you were not that drunk.
it's my sixth sense. If there's an orgy within 20 miles of me i'll know about if. Or be a part of it.
the igloo is complete. bring your weed and the hat with the floppy ears
370HSSV 0773H read that upside down
what are you doing with your life
I can't find the keys to get out of my front door, there are random socks in my bicycle basket and I can see a plastic handle of cheap vodka sitting on my porch. oh, and my head just broke u with me.
There's a girl in the bathroom crying about something having to do with cream cheese.
But you can still look for dick after you find Jesus.
Are there any plans to where i might need to be dressed semi-nicely or is it a "pants optional" weekend?
Like seriously how stupid drunk do you have to get befor you start finding dolphin lighters and shit in your undergarments
So what your saying is you dont remember trying to hit a golf ball off my chest with a 9 iron?
You took your shirt off at the bar, handed it to a girl, and made her wash your dirty shirt on your washboard abs
tuesdays get the best of me...
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