STOP CALLING ME LADY CHLAMYDIA
I have a beer in one hand and a slim fast in another. It's another one of those wednesday nights.
just printed out my drug dealers resume for him. guess the ecstasy scene slows down when kids move back home for the summer...
Who knew that one of those cheesy light up equalizer shirts would be the light that all those drunk college girls gathered like moths around?
Knowing that he goes to voodoo every Thursday really makes me want to get myself checked.
It was like giving head to a cactus.
We are buying drugs from a guy with a Jesus fish on his dodge caravan.
I almost died in that meeting. Nearly dried up and blew away in the pure powder form of boredom
I know that feel bro
Apparently he walked into the room and started yelling at some huge hairy dude to get out of my room. Except it wasn't my room... Because he was on the fourth floor.
the girl whose rug I peed on is here
so I was eating out this girl who was wearing my pirate hat In an alley behind the bar last night and some girl walks up and takes a picture. apparently we had a crowd of about 10 and it turned her on so she just didn't tell me
On another note; I'm three days away from being 1/12th of my way from not having sex for a year. I need to get laid.
At least your nickname is not Plunge Slut and that nickname is not in a published thesis work
Seriously if we go to rome ur fucking me into the sunset on a wrought iron balcony overlooking Vatican City
If I slept with her my dick would come out glittery
coward.
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