thx for the lesson on dirrty dancing
I seriously love my fucking boobs. They are so boobs.
we're at the bar and some girl dropped a bottle of burnettes strawberry vodka out of her purse and it broke.
i mean, if that's not class, then i don't know what is
I do have sympathy for you. It's just not going to manifest as a blow job.
They're taking me to ER. Mistasnkingly. Come get me.
Just pure bliss will emerge from Charles, my tranny bong.
they drunkenly created an obstacle course for the poor hamster and its ball.
were you high?
When?
Actually just blanket yes to that question
He's def the type to chop us into bits whilst screaming "NAPA BITCH". AKA my type
Put some vodka in it
Its 7am
put some vodka in it
You are so predictable. I am willing to bet 20$ that instead of going out you are sitting on your couch, stoned, watching Seinfield re-runs and eating cheezits.
1. they're goldfish. 2 fuck you
No lie. I was hooking up with a former football player at UT and mid-hookup I yelled "I'M FRATERNIZING WITH THE ENEMY"
WHY IS IT FROWNED UPON THE DRESS UP IN CAT COSTUMES AND SIT OUTSIDE OF BARS WITH A BOX OF WINE I THOUGHT THIS WAS AMERICA
My goal for the weekend: procure a blowjob using only stern glances, hand gestures, and crudely-drawn stick figures.
There may or may not be an ass shaped dent in the hood of my car. All I know is windshield wipers aren't as sturdy as you think to hold onto.
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