i just used my scantron for my final to make paper shotglasses. i'd say i passed in flying colors.
She made Precious look like a solid 6.5.
you were smoking 3 cigarettes at once saying 'cancer isn't real! Its all in your head!'
All I heard was "I swear it'll be funny" and then we were in jail.
She came to college a virgin and left on court order. We ruined her.
We hooked up. It felt slightly wrong considering he is my foreign exchange student but there's a reason America imports. Foreigners got the goods.
I started blowing him in North Dakota, and I finished the job in Minnesota. Oh, the places road head can take you.
We found her on the balcony debating if it was easier to jump or throw up. Neither decision would not have been good for the 91 year old below us.
It looks like I murdered a care bear and put its blood in my hair to warn the others off.
I just tried to pay for a coffee with a dollar and a necco wafer.
Just cried because I'm out of oreos. This post-molly depression can go fuck itself.
how much of this shit do i need to take before i think its a good idea to set the house on fire and scream satanic mantras?
If you can give me an orgasm, you'll get a trophy.
he was wearing a pyjama shirt under a dress shirt under a hoodie under a robe under a rain poncho the man was prepared for anything
Hammered...8am...why is there chickens in the living room?
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