i'm pissing behind 7/11. if you guys leave... i'll think it's funny too
he screamed my twitter name while we were having sex.
They are baked and once again have spent the last 45 mins talking about opening up a world wide business called "pickle on a stick"
Using his name makes it all too personal. I refuse to get attached to this one. This is all about ass. He doesn't get a name.
You opened a bottle of wine with a shoe and a wall last night.
he needs a life. he was like frothing at the mouth to cockblock you
honestly, i just want you to have sex with him too so that you can fully understand my appreciation of his dick as well.
Also, just almost microwaved cereal. Thank god mom is here to stop me.
Im still alive. Just can't talk. Or move. No need to worry
Seriously I will never run in my wedges while drinking racing home to have sex ever again
In case you're keeping score at home, this is Brad's SECOND Doritos-related trip to the ER.
It feels like eating ice cream while riding a unicorn over a rainbow waterfall made of glitter.
That is possibly the gayest thing that was ever thought of by anyone anywhere.
If I drank a glass of water for every drink I had I'd die of water intoxication like some tweaked out looser at a rave
And you will die and be carried in a backpack before I allow you not to comply in this tomfoolery.
On the brightside we know now that empty pringle cans are accepted at mcdonalds as cups.... Screw people who judged us, we saved a buck
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