No. I still stand by my previous statement that nachos and tequila is the breakfast of champions.
you guys are cousins why the FUCK are your pants off
Get here now. This is going to be possibly my most dangerous idea ever, and I'm the guy who challenged a hobo to a breakdance fight.
I try to help out whenever I can. Speaking of rough nights I woke up half naked on Brady's couch with bloody paper towels duct taped to my foot.
She said we should all be mermaids since didn't breathe for 9 months inside our mothers. I want her logic.
When you accidentally type "I want Prince William to fuck me in the ass" to your mom there's really no way to take that back.
Safe to say I relapsed into my old chatroulette drunk flashing days.
Topless dodge ball cldnt top that
I just want to be naked all the time but not in a sexual, come-hither and look at my ass sort of way. In a slightly chubby yet not ashamed way as I eat Taco Bell and lay on soft fuzzy blankets.
There's cereal in my underwear. Was I in your apartment at any time last night? That's the only logical explanation for this.
it still weirds me out that Robin Thicke is Alan Thicke's son
for the record im never blowing a guy on the toilet again, that was sad and degrading
He gave me an extra phone charger for the other side of the bed the other night. Is that love?
fuck st louis. fuck their hockey. fuck their basball. fuck their football if they still got it. fuck their tiddlywinks teamm. fuck their ribs. fuck their entire city. what im trying to say is i dont like st louis
I refuse to shit my pants for anyone except Cher and Christina Aguilera!
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