Call me back. I want to hear your side of the dead cat in my garage story.
U sang "shots, shots, shots" then walked 2 ur top drawer and threw socks everywhere singin "SOCKS, SOCKS, SOCKS!"
I should just tell him this. He doesn't need to be all nice and ask me on dates and to do gay stuff like hangout during the day. I'll still sleep with him regardless.
Also you were throwing your phone yelling this is durable as shit
2nd night home for break and we had to call the fire department to keep the house from burning down. At this rate I'll be lucky to see you next semester.
It was literally like being eaten out by a dog. That bad.
No big deal, we were just two friends having sex. It's perfectly normal we don't remember. Water under the sex bridge,
okay just a general question, but if i got arrested, who here would bail me out. this is important.
And then you'll find yourself a hot chick and leave me behind with nothing but my back fat to keep me company.
She is just sitting by the bathroom like a little puppy waiting for a knight in shining armor to take her in there to fuck her. New low?
Brilliant thought; pill pong.
What could go wrong?
He needs a high five right to the fucking mouth. With a chair. Or an atomic bomb.
My phone just said I texted someone at 430a and said let's fight. Then I texted them an hour later and said thanks.
Why is there a wet sock in my garbage? Why did I chug so much red wine? Why was someone signing into my iCloud account at 4 am in China? Why do I do self-destructive reckless things? So many questions.
I JUST HAD TO SNORT THE REST OF MY BAG OF COKE BECAUSE THE BAG RIPPED IN THE WORK BATHROOM.
I'm guessing you feel amazing due to all the caps?
LETS GET THIS SHIT DONE. IM GONNA GET THIS SHIT DONE, FOREVER.
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