3 st and 6 ave. One dollar pitchers. Look out world.
Threesome in a minivan. New low
My judgement was not "clouded". My judgement was in the midst of a fucking hurricane or something ridiculous.
Homeboy was juggling while taking bong rips. Of course he got laid.
We used the solo cup bag for her hair tie. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
I told you I'm not going to the Phillies game until we're tripping balls
Yeah... I still gave her a hug because I felt really bad though. I mentioned that my boyfriends grandma just died too, just to reinforce that I'm straight afterwards.
We finally have the house to ourselves and your out playing Lance Fucking Armstrong
I've had balls on my face twice in last 48 hours and I STILL haven't got laid!
You're the only one to love me enough for me to admit the following: Rock-bottom sounds like sobbing to a Miley Cyrus song.
Something tells me your "Titties for Tracy Morgan" fundraiser won't pan out.
I just licked wine off my own thigh. I've hit a new low.
She just took all of the blankets in the house and threw them in the yard, because 'the grass was cold'..
I'm sorry I crashed your motorcycle and watched you get robbed from a rooftop. Will you please come back or at least drop off my shoes?
I don't care how many things you caught on fire, it's still not as bad as doing coke and then filming yourself having sex.
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