elementary school lunch room party. everyone brings their own lunch and can trade stuff. all juice is booze.
He asked me to grab his balls and yell "thats a spicy meat-a-ball" Last time I do requests.
she named each of the players on the last ten madden covers in order and then shotgunned 2 beers...if she doesnt have a penis im in love
Its ok we found him,,, He is in the bathroom trying to write his life story on a roll of toilet paper.
I wish we could tell the moving van to wait at the strip club for a while.
hey, haven't seen your testicles in a while...you 3 still alive?
i look like a southern belle. however, i am around a million kegs. so i will be a southern shitshow.
Yes, i finally made it. but let me tell you...i can smell myself right now in class right now, this scent is called alcoholism.
THC water in my coffee on the way to work. How's your Tuesday?
We have started to decorate penises.
I don't get hangovers. Except once. And there is a massively epic story behind that, involving so much alcohol I should have died, and 13 raw hotdogs.
I'm going as your incestuous sister. If thats not the perfect winglady I don't know what is.
I was just hotboxing under my sheets and I got lost on the way out.
It was so scary.
Jesus Christ. Even your cock has to be an overachiever. :-(
I'm going to target high, just in case I ask you where my paycheck went later
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