yeah well you didnt even puke from the alcohol. we cut you off and went to huck finn's and told you that the "irish cream" coffee creamers had baileys in it, so you shot down like eight of them and puked all over the floor. it was great. we cheered you on and everything
Eventually evolution will just give us a better liver anyway, so our great great grandkids should THANK us for our binge drinking.
What's he like?
The usual. Sarcastic, dark, full of fucked up emotional problems that result in fantastic sexual prowess.
This is getting ridiculous. See/touch her boobs=good day. Not see/not touch her boobs=bad day. I am legitimately depressed over the lack of tits in my hands right now.
Apparently, there is a horrible ghonorrea out break at our school. Woo! What a way for Loyola to welcome us back.
What happened to "I wouldnt even touch her with a ten foot pole"?
Her vagina devoured it.
He's crying and calling me out on using him. It's awful. And I'm too drunk to leave.
i jsut waqnnna hugg thw crap outa sokme peoplee
Oh I love our desires, it's riding my bike at 2 AM with a massive erection that I dislike.
Can you explain to me why there are fake boobs glued on my chest?
VAL. THIS MOTHERFUCKER IS LAYING IN MY BED WEARING A CAT SHIRT, VAL. COME SAVE ME, VAL.
It all started with sending him a text about Spongebob. It escalated from there.
Well he offered to lick my asshole so...I'm not really worried about his interest level.
I AM OFFICIALLY LICENSED TO BE A LESBIAN
That was the most spiritually awakened shit I have ever taken.
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