Reach down the front of your pants and feel around for a while. When you find your balls, leave the library and meet me at the bar.
your suggestions for charades were, getting sucked into an aircraft turbine, getting raped by a dolphin, and having sex with a vacuum cleaner. you got your own, and actually used a vacuum cleaner as a prop.
I even resorted to pole dancing with the street sign. I have an extra $20 now because I think people were paying me to leave.
My lack of memory is directly related to being friends with you.
hypothetically speaking is slutty or smart to buy plan b before we go on spring break so i dont have to get it in mexico
We left an ass print on the piano.
And with me just getting pulled over and you maxing your card out on tennis balls I don't know if we can afford it
I'm just gonna plan on never getting a bf. everything I touch turns to gay
Stories of my weekends have cause divorces, are you sure you wanna hang out?
That's where the buck stops? Buying girlfriends online? THAT is where you draw the line?!
You're just gonna have to make the sacrifice man.
I'm trying to hide in the table.
IT IS EARTH DAY, RECORD STORE DAY, 4/20 EVE, AND SATURDAY ALL AT THE SAME TIME!
Update: I just threw up in between cars in the parking lot of magic kingdom.
Someone keeps hanging up bible verse posters in the bathroom stall I masturbate in at work.
Sometimes I just take my boobs out of my shirt so they can get some fresh air
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