He muttered something about having just washed he sheets, then demanded I give him all my quarters.
yeah well you didnt even puke from the alcohol. we cut you off and went to huck finn's and told you that the "irish cream" coffee creamers had baileys in it, so you shot down like eight of them and puked all over the floor. it was great. we cheered you on and everything
he puts the penis in happiness.
Call me back. I want to hear your side of the dead cat in my garage story.
Just pulled my keys, cell-phone and a pack of cigarettes out from between my cleavage. This one guy's face was priceless.
pop tarts are not kleenex
Peach margaritas. And fuck whatever you're about to say, the girl to guy ratio is like 6:1. I need those odds
Is it bad if one of my goals right now is to snort blow through a licorice?
Don't answer that. It is bad.
I just call them the hipster frat because they wear shirts other than pastel polos and listen to MGMT while playing dice.
Just traded a sandwich for anxiety drugs outside the club. I fuckin' LOVE this place.
dude ur drinkin a beer not ta capri sun. lose the straw
well he never texted me back and the pizza I took my rage out didn't deserve such malice
My idiot ex texted me on Valentine's day to tell me I was right, he did need a therapist.
I just don't understand why we can't have sex in the house. I'll come see you but I'll have to think about the barn thing.
U dont jog and buy condoms n bulk
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