no but I have been chillin' like em' homeboys in the rainforest yo!
don't leave me alone with all the disney princess sluts
You are the patron saint of my drinking problem.
Like if Robert Downey Jr. and Kiefer Sutherland got together for a bender, that's how drunk I want us to be.
You rode him down the last flight of stairs like a human sled.
On that note I give you a 10 for sticking the landing and staying on the whole ride.
No. If you are gonna end this, you are gonna do it right. Not by getting bombed and falling on a strange penis. That was the old you.
I made a Wendy's employee say fuck this and quit because I started flipping out due to a baked potato shortage. Of course I had a good night
I'm currently braless eating the balls of the penis cake and drinking warm champagne. I'm 3 cats away from crazy at this point
I cNt phones. tingles in my fingles. jingles
The name of tonight's festivities is hereby decreed to be the "Honey Boo Boo Hootenanny".
Sorry about coming to the pool in only a thong. I thought you said it was closed. Not that you were teaching a group of kids how to swim.
I guess I look like the kind of girl who would buy edible, weed-infused lube.
So I definitely tried to pay a cab with baseball tickets last night
Moral of the story: fuckboys never change
We found him sitting in the back of the club crying into a strippers lap. She told us he missed his pet frog and to come back later.
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