Nah, lets use your guy, my drug dealer is going all pineapple express on me
I think we should make Neil Patrick Harris a permanent part of our role playing.
His shopping cart was nothing but malt liquor and zucchini.
theres 5 guys on the side of the road with beads and their shirts off screaming at cars already.
I would literally rather jam a rusty rail road spike into my cock than be here right now. The whore showed up and now I might smash my iPhone into my face repeatedly until I'm no longer consisting of any sort of life.
You kept saying,"there's a seahorse in my stomach, who's trying escape". This was after the curtains attacked you.
Im pretty sure at one point a very high you yelled, with actual tears in your eyes, "im not wrestling with you anymore, you dont respect my safe word!!"
See, the Lortab wasn't working enough, so I thought "hey, vodka can speed that up! That's how science works!" Which probably should've been my indication that the Lortab was in fact working
Send me one of your boob pics as an example. I mean this in the straightest least lesbian way possible.
This is my gift to your gina
btw my frat has a search out for you. the "girl who threw up in the middle of the party" but it was on some fat girls. so thank you.
I just meant the frequency of your blow jobs on a flow chart wouldn't look too promising
Help me help you realize you are a moron
It's just not St. Patrick's Day until someone pukes on your panties.
If I don't get alcohol poisoning from tonight I don't think i ever will.
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