So I just had this crazy idea, and no it has nothing to do with the fact that they made me take shots at work.
i puked out the bus window last night on the way home. i remember it, but i don't remember everyone else screaming to put their windows up.
he's chasing his jose cuervo with hot tub water
im stripping for him via video chat, but the sound is turned off cause his students are taking a test
you made wolf sounds and yelled "team me" the entire movie
We need to start having rules for the weekends. Like no more downing 3 shots because we want to slut dance a little harder or because biggie just came on.
I'm more impressed with the spaghetti smoothie at the present moment.
Take my keys. Load me into the vehicle. Drive. Get food. Come back. These are my demands.
Knowing that he goes to voodoo every Thursday really makes me want to get myself checked.
We can see it once so I can see the whole movie, then I'll go see it with him so I know when the boring parts are and I can have sex with him during those parts
Hamster emergency. Can u come in here
This is not a costume party, I'm just wearing fairy wings.
Of course you are.
He left me alone in a hotel room my last night in town to go home to jerk off and watch TV. So yeah, I guess we're not really friends.
Man, I'm real high and googling what all my favorite figure skaters from childhood are doing now.
I am going to bedazzle the shit out of your Basilisk costume.
Randomize
