real busy. everything is packed. thats why we ended up at the strip club
no. you can't hotbox the world.
he walked down the highway for 3 miles at 4 am, and got me coffee on the way. i dont think a blow job would have been enough.
The last thing I remember is stabbing him with his diabetes medicine
Nothing like running into your favorite bartender in the middle of the afternoon while stone cold sober and being told your grabbed his penis the last time you were at his bar. My bad.
Can't talk right now. I'm doing tequila shots with my professor at some Mexican bar. That's how I prepare for finals.
He walked straight into the wall, said "excuse me ma'am" and continued back to his dorm room.
Goodbye spring break, hello depressing video on AIDS.
I'm just more comfortable with the bondage
I met his parents. We played twister. My boob popped out.
I’m not closing myself off the to the possibility of making a bad life choice.
Will you remind me I changed my hotspot phone password to fuckyouprivilegedwhitedude
Woke up in a cemetery. Puked in front a funeral ceremony that was going on.
I've had your balls on my face a bunch of times so the least you could do is buy a girl some dinner.
You were licking skittles to check if they were "halucinateizers" so no, you are not leaving the house while on antibiotics.
Randomize
