so i told my doctor my symptons and she just shook her head at me
3 inches of snow, below zero windchill and i just saw a dude in a wrangler with no doors, shorts a beanie and burton snow goggles. God i love college in colorado
Can the rest of this semester just go by as a montage?
Kinda felt bad though cuz she whimpered and shuttered a lot, i felt like i was kicking a puppy, only the puppy liked it and came a bunch
alcohol. turning childhood friends into awkward hookups since the dawn of civilization.
Hahaha I don't remember taking it away. But no one should have a sledgehammer at a party. NO ONE.
Before we rave about the healing powers of your penis, remember it nearly killed me as well.
Super stoned right now. And I stared at my exit, thought to myself "hey self. That is your exit" and I kept driving right past it.
He gave me a beer, petted my head, and called me kiddo.
My horseshoe mustache feels at home at this bar.
I think I'm going to call this chapter of my life story "Weekday day-drinking in the park isn't just for the homeless!"
So apparently it wasn't anything really bad, it's hemorrhoids. Which is the medical word for butthurt. I actually have ass ointment.
I was walking out of the bar when he said I'll see you later and I said I'll see you in my dreams and then fell face first and broke my nose
burned my penis with a sauteed onion again.
It's a draw. You need to settle it in Smash, Soul Calibur, and/or rock-paper-scissors, the last of which Steve claims is bullshit.
Randomize
