quick i need to know how implid consent works for golf carts
too late i think im gettin a gcui
i blew a .213 what kind of thug blows the compton area code exactly? this guy
you announced to the whole room that instead of shaving you were planning to start straightening and then braiding your pubes. awkward silence followed by everyone leaving.
Now he's trying to use the tornado warnings as an excuse to get head. Yeah, b/c THAT'S the last taste I want in my mouth b4 I die...
She broke both of her ankles trying to jump off the balcony. it's like every time she drinks she makes even more impressively bad decisions than the last time
I'd rather make snow angels in a pool of elephant shit.than sleep with him.
I'm going to superglue stuart's hands into socker boppers
You're invited to our X-games themed party. We have an ice luge and every time someone eats shit we drink. It's gonna be great.
Came back with a random sweatshirt, an American flag, and a for sale sign. Mission success?
My frontal lobe is being piloted by Jack Daniels right now.
Fuck me first. Then we can craft and watch Terminator 2.
I would say don't do anything I wouldn't do, but we both know I forget about my personal safely when getting laid is on the line
I did something very bad. More specifically, my boss.
i'm sitting in my room 'bout to smoke a bowl. also, i found out that you don't need a permit to own a tiger in wisconsin, so we're buying one when we move in together.
He’s like an awkward walking penis that has a personality attached
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