The mall is playing a fucking country mix of lady marmalade.
welcome to maine.
You were so drunk last night you thought you force pushed the automatic door open.
If lil wayne asked you to lick him like a lollipop I feel that you would willingly oblige.
Unfortunately I think I would lick most anyone's lollipop.
It's your form of community service; servicing the greater SDSU area.
It's a line of coke at 10 a.m. kind of Saturday. Don't be a pussy about life.
Im sweating champagne and woke up in nothing but a tuxedo jacket. What didnt go wrong last night?
And she was like "I wanted you all for myself, to love you, and treat you like gold."... See this is why I shouldn't fuck Italian chicks...
but I'll probably watch some porn later so it's not a complete waste of a Saturday night.
She ran over a curb, took out a yard-sale sign and hit a fence before admitting to me that she may be losing her vision "a bit". Never letting grandma drive again.
So changing channels while she's on top is frowned upon. It's back to thinking about baseball again.
I'm currently on an epic search all over the city for a drug store that isn't sold out of Plan B. I celebrated your birthday from afar.
If my vagina were a person, it just ran a marathon.
so hungover i had to get off the train to puke, rallied and went to work. not sure if that's an adulting win or fail
I just got a snapchat of a flaccid penis with the caption "happy belated valentine's day." What did I do to deserve this
You are hungover. Your arguments are irrational an incoherent. We only played twice. Have some Gatorade and take a knee.
Ya that dick wasn't worth burning a perfectly good pizza.
You live and learn.
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