White boys cant dance....we did an empirical study
Acid is not a monday night drug
I just saw two girls throwing up in the bathroom. they were high-fiving under the stall...
all you kept saying from the spare room was "can you bring me a puke bowl...and the cat"
On a scale of one to america, how free are you this weekend?
If she were to ever cheat on her husband, I'm positive I'm the the go to guy. Which flatters me and weirds me out at the same time.
We were playing hot potato with real potatoes at 3am
It's home.......I'm going to the store in disguise to get skittles and cake frosting. Then I'll eat the frosting in a dark corner while I cry and wonder what I did to deserve this.
As far as drugs go, alcohol has all the elegance and precision of hitting yourself in the head with a hammer.
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.
Lol what? Monday night impromptu acid drop was the alternative.
is one penis in the hand worth one better nicer penis in the manscaped bush?
Well, I saw an Olympian's genitals tonight, so it can't be that bad.
I hope to God it's not the new neighbors having sex, because what I'm hearing sounds like a mildly defective vuvuzela or a cow giving birth.
Well. I hope my dad likes whatever sweater stoned me picks out.
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