Wow. Thanks for becoming another fan of something on Facebook. You make me want to gouge my eyes out.
i don't think i ever formally apologized for that time i threw up on your dog.... well...here it is...
Guys, I'm sleeping in the BOYNTON LAUNDRY ROOM. if you can, come let me out in the morning as I have no keys. I might be in the study room possibly. DON'T FORGET. I will be trapped
She told me that when she orgasms she just lays there like that baby from teenmom. Who the fuck says that
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do you think if she looks enough like a dude i have to come out to my parents?
Dude, I think shitting blood should be a cause for concern not celebration that you had a great night.
Found my bike today. On top of the garage. I'm not even going to ask myself why.
There is a 90 percent chance I threw up in a mailbox last night....
Last thing I remember is ranting about hating pants. Woke up this morning pants less. Couldn't find them, decided to leave. Driving without pants is surprisingly liberating.
Doing the walk of shame at 1 AM. Stumbled across a rave. This night is epic.
is there a line between daddy kink and oedipus complex?
Just don't let me do two things: Beer bongs filled with vodka or shot competitions
No you just wanted to pass out in your hallway because your room was too far away
My conscious state is steadily increasing towards drunkenness.
Randomize