So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
Let's start a violent farting gang. We can do walkbys.
She wants her shit back. Clearly she missed the cheaters-get-their-shit-ritually-burned clause.
i would have smoked before this dance, how ever i have surgery Monday and I looked up weed and anesthesia and fatalities was mentioned, so i decided that it would be a bad idea
probs a good idea
i like the whole idea of life and being alive
you sure you're not high?
my resolution for 2011 is to fuck him whenever he wants it. this year I'm going above and beyond the call of booty.
that trick or treat candy bucket that we used to collect beer money last night was very helpful when I vomited in it this morning
He wore my sunglasses on his honeymoon..... so there's that.
This was my thought process as I drunkenly ran home: Whoa! I'm going so FAST! Why don't I run EVERYWHERE! ALL THE TIME! Then I peed in a bush and passed out on the ground.
So basically you were a dog.
Totally passed out on the dealers bed after paying him all in ones so no, i dont think i'll be getting a discount soon.
Post a pic on facebook and see if those same 46 girls find shitting in the bed handsome and adorable
It was all going fine until I had to chug that strawberita bud light. That really ended badly.
What the hell man, you basically stole my girlfriend with a bucket of KFC.
Ugh, I should just give up, and fuck him in a parking lot, and shave my head and walk naked through the streets of King's Landing.
you said you were the change fairy and you kept throwing all of your quarters at me.
He’s like an awkward walking penis that has a personality attached
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