States back in the final four. Now our sunday night drinking has purpose. Sparty on baby.
I love how you are more concerned with what i call my penis than the fact i wanna bone some high school chicks
yeah that always happens. i'm like the where's waldo of parties. i never even know where the fuck i'm at.
we made it to hole 3 and then just sat down on the fairway and finished off our case....cheered on other golfers as we let them play through.
How soon is too soon to enter the slutty phase of this breakup?
It'll just be like "PENIS HERE". In case you get lost.
I'm not saying Tijuana was a bad idea, I'm saying that we make poor life choices. And Steve was robbed by the police.
Idk, you were a drunk pirate that kept stealing pieces of people's costumes to keep as your booty.
That would explain all the random shit in my room...
The salesman at the smoke shop just told me my hair is glorious...
Why can't I come over and snuggle you and make you lick my boots
So I sent him a snap of me half naked holding a pie last night.
My mom has a bong in her bathroom, but no air freshener.
Accepting his friend request would be the Facebook equivalent of pity sex.
Just once I'd like to go out and not have to tell you to put your pants back on.
I went to BBQ fest on Wednesday and came home wearing a different shirt, so I think I did some good damage.
Randomize
