i need a wealthy benefactor or a cocktail job. or to start stripping. or kill myself. whatever.
I managed to throw up 90 feet under water, just removed my breathing tube, puked, put it back in. All inclusive is the way to go.
Nobody is wearing shirts anymore. What is happening.
you better not pull some "waking up at 2 in the afternoon" shit, we have weed to smoke.
She won't let me open the car door while we are on the highway so I can throw up outside. She deserves to have her car thrown up in.
Where the hell is he. I called him crying for weed and sex you would think that would signal some urgency.
I really resent how she stayed home and ruined my plans to watch sci-fi and masturbate.
BEHOLD THE MORNING PIGEON
SANCTIFY THE CHALK TADPOLE
THERE IS NO SOBRIETY. ONLY ZUUL.
There is maybe 10 hours out of any given day we aren't sober.
I'm not sure. But he has a pet sugar glider. So, points either way
As long as that's not his name for his dick.
I mean go ahead and let your freak flag fly but if you could not fly it in my bed that would be great
YOu just turned down my vagina. Something must be wrong. Vegas changed you!
You would be successful and sober without me. you can't turn your bakon me now
Dude I'm fucking tired of freshman, there are god damn teeth marks on my dick again
So, is Canada considered an excessive distance to go for a booty call? Asking for a friend...
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