Everytime we come here you have an ex here.
Text. Mid BJ. 8 points.
Job is the problem. Drinking, the solution.
Got a plan. Ill do rock paper scissors and if you win we smoke a joint. Throw rock.
so... my grandma just told me i should be a stripper
well at least shes not calling you fat anymore
I'm sorry. Both for you two breaking up and because I just ate some of your cheez it's.
Wait wait wait. I remember riding in her car to the next bar. On your lap. With my head on the dashboard. That probably should have been my cut off point.
these girls were driving down the road screaming "SHOT!!" out the windows and pelting potatoes at passerby.
i got hit in the ear.
about 90% sure I fell off a roof. It hurts BAD. Don't suppose you're still in town?
yup haha I infact DID fall off a roof. Want some bomb ass omlettes?
I honestly can't remember your justification for putting peanut butter on your cell phone.
I watched her follow him out of the bar, chase him around the corner and literally throat punch him. It was awesome.
My girl came home. i was jacking off on the couch and she just starts telling me about her day, as if im not half naked with my hand on my cock.
Car is still out of commission. Looks like it's Grape Nuts and scotch for dinner.
Drunk within and hour of coming home from work, merry christmas bitch
You know you're out of shape when you're sore after masturbating.
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