Yeah. I hotboxed a windbreaker.
Her underwear doesnt even match. If youre going to be a face book whore at least have matching shit.
she was carrying the quesadilla around the bar like a security blanket
just weighed my balls on my pocket scale. that high.
her sex was completely horrible but her weed was great. imma ask her out again
you were cooking a hot pocket with a grill lighter what did you want me to do
i'm drinking margaritas from a pouch...really dont think i'm in the position to judge anyone...
She swung at the pinata with crutches
her dad gauges his nipple piercings.
Ran out of plates, so I'm using my sociology notes. Looks like they will finally have a practical use.
So on a scale from 1-10 how gross is it that I used mortuary makeup on my own face?
I WAS SURROUNDED BY HAIRY BALLS ALL ALONE.
Being an adult is fun. You can experience a break up, then go fuck someone else in the woods.
I offered to trade my cat for a bottle of tequila as long as it had a handle on it and realized I had a problem
You were so fucked you introduced me to a pile of Laundry
I wondered why I slept in the front room
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