I hope to God it wasnt poon. That odor was unnatural, it was satanic pussy.
She needs to learn what's it like to have sex with someone and regret it the next day.
You act like I'm friends with her or something. I only screw her boyfriend!
Oh yeah.
Some dude at the gas station right now is buying a 30 rack of beast and a can of cat food. Happy Thanksgiving.
We were playing flip cup on the nice dining room table. Losing team had to shamwow the table in between rounds
im just going to superglue mistletoe to my forehead and see what happens
I just learned in bio that our sole purpose for life is to have sex.. so your high number is acceptable. its actually lacking.
How do the freshmen here NOT understand the tricks we are playing on them by now? Doesn't bode well for grad numbers. Idiots.
No but I was fuckin done when I realized my acrylic nail caught fire when I was hitting the bong.
i think i just asked a donut if it was ok
When you wake up on the bus on 139th but you're staying at 6th
133 to go
It feels appropriate that the wallet of my high school and college years would die at the hands of a spilled bong. Which in and of itself is a solid metaphor for those years.
That’s true love. If they recognize a chocolate mold of your anus.
Ever get that feeling that you're the back up booty call and half way through securing the fake date excuse to try to get in your pants, the guy hears back from the original booty call and drops the conversation with no explanation?
Why do so many fanfic writers want to see hockey players get pregnant?
Randomize
