Everytime I think about NYE, my gag reflex kicks in.
just fit an iguana in a condom...have pics
I'm now in all their contact lists as "Pee-Pee Hands"...
I'm on his itunes. He has a sex playlist. It's actually not so much a playlist as 12 Kylie Minogue songs with a big gay Whitney finish.
Does making ice cubes at 4 in the morning count as being productive?
This just became a night full of adventures...and by adventures I mean hitting people with my car
I loved your drunken rendition of "I wanna dance with somebody" that you left on my voicemail last night.
Somewhere between yelling how am I gonna make it to my flight and more titie shots I stopped caring
All I know is....there's beer in my camera. How do I know? Because I can pick up my camera,shake it and HEAR, the beer in it
I look like a bag of dicks so if you could ugly yourself up that'd be great.
He's way too stoned. I took him to el bra and he's laying on the table, not sure what to do with him
I think I'm going to give him a welcome back to single life blow job
Oh and an honorable mention for your father's porn collection. Things I'll never forget.
The man sent me a video of him doing the helicopter, the least I can do is go visit him in the hospital
I fuckin love you!
I would reciprocate the feeling if i knew who this was.
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