You yelled "GET TO DA CHOPPA" and burst through her screen door and disappeared into the night. With the goose.
all i remember was you yelling "look at my little feet" at everyone on the way home from the bar.
but im not going to tell the owner of the penis of my dreams how to wear his hair.
I want everyone to love me, and THEN I will choose who gets to eat me out all the time.
Thank you for FINALLY joining the Slutasorus Rex club in this conversation.
He called himself Jesus all night but I'm not sure if that's his real name or not
Dude we both faced 40s of steel reserve which is like saying, "Hey, I'm a complete piece of shit!"
I wouldn't even cut tickets or put ppl in jail I'd just hand out punches to the mouth and Liam Neeson throat chops
You know, part of me wants to die and the other part of me doesn't want to live
That was a very uncomfortable conversation to have without pants on. But his mom was pretty cool about it.
I'm so annoyed. We're about to buy groceries for the week and at this point I'm hoping to sustain myself on pure alcohol.
Its a shame I cant put 'bomb ass head game' on my resume.
You know more about his cock specs than his childhood. Proud of you
I went in the hotel's jacuzzi fully clothed, threw up in the bathroom half an hour later and woke up naked next to Dr. Seuss' "Oh the Places You'll Go"
My parents left me the house for the weekend...you know what that means?!
Harry Potter marathon and no pants.
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