I had a dream last night that I was the one that killed Biggie
I miss him.. What the hell did I get myself in to? I guess it will get better with time.
No. Just liquor. Time's no good.
You don't understand, alcohol has become a thing of survival for me and without it I can't function as a normal human being
considering how much of last night I don't remember and the amount of ones laying on my desk right now, it's safe to say I'm concerned
like teasing for 28 minutes, then the very last 2 minutes is where is ALL goes down. I'm talking, rings off, stable sitting position, hand job madness.
True that.. I am going to ride a gold plated unicorn across a field of cocaine and coach purses when I graduate.
That was beautiful.
I understand why they say don't drink the water in Mexico... I just saw 5 guys piss upstream of where the bar tender went to get the water
I don't know. What do people who don't get stoned do?
Just ushered a raccoon across the street so yeah.. Good night
I want to fuck the side burns off of Steve.
party devolved into two exes battling with Cal's tiki torches, and the lawn being set on fire kinda sorta and then we all hula'ed... hulaed?
She's officially a Tinder poltergeist.
Like I didn't gracefully walk into these feelings. No, I fucking stumbled and fell face fucking first.
beggars cant be choosers....im desperate and he has a dick. he checks all the boxes.
I got drunk off three vodka cranberry’s and told him to “WWE raw dog me.” Fucking kill me.
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