Pretty sure I just has te same conversation as you. He suggested I get, sell, and fuck the hoes, and once all was said and done, that I should refer afforementioned hoes to him, to perform felatio.
So there I was.....spitting on my goldfish just to keep it alive.
Next thing I know we're all standing in the kitchen holding hands and thanking God for the beer.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but I did not stop moving last night. If tequila gives me that extra push to have an active lifestyle, so be it.
We found him. 8 blocks away from the bars and almost at his parent's house. On the verge of tears.
She had the hiccups when she was giving me head. It was actually pretty awesome
do you actually have a paper bowl full of broken glass and ecstasy or was that just a dream?
Do you remember using the vicegrip to demonstrate how wide your penis is?
I'm stuck in a tree and request your assistance ASAP
I just used my sisters cheerleading plaque and a children's book to crush up painkillers to snort. Happy Friday
I'm kind of pissed I'm not hungover, that means I could have totally drank more last night.
I wrote notes to myself all over my body. "don't yell at cops again" "Cody stole your phone" "you kissed Cody" "vodka shots are bad for your liver" and "cactus pretty" WTF????
He was so traumatized by the It's a small world ride but he immediately pulled out a flask from god-knows-where and got drunk before the ride was over. The ride operator didn't blame him.
So many questions...the two most important are, where the fuck is my booze and how did you even get the couch through the door?
Would you say that skipping class and sitting alone in my room singing One Direction to myself and sobbing is an acceptable way to deal with the break-up
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