We saw some woman wearing leather pants. It was weird. We have decided to follow her on her travels to see where people go in leather pants in Michigan.
i DID NOT walk around with my knees bent and my hands behind my back with long spandex and underarmour pretending to be Apollo Ono
they said he just opened the front of his shirt and threw up alll over himself
That doesn't help it make any more sense. Because now you've brought pinata condoms into this.
I could've eaten a live cat and wouldn't remember it today. That level of drunk.
the head trauma was worth the blowjob.
Then pass out next to me, I'll be under a pong table or a park bench. Really depends on the weather during Mifflin
I've started a list of places i want to drink. To go along with the list of places i want to have sex. Lincoln's log cabin is on both.
What happened to the good old days when we whispered the words beer pong and people came running?
she tied the funnel to the fucking ceiling...
Update: I may or may not be in a cult
Update #2: I may or may not be the leader of said cult
I'm currently sitting beside my brother who is taking a bath and feeding him nachos while he covers his genitals. If that's not sibling bonding then I don't know what is
Is there anything more American than getting day drunk and watching Hulk Hogan promos?
I've got five complains from the landlord about she being too loud during sex in two weeks I'm marrying her
I haven’t taken my socks off in over 36 hours. I should add that to my bumble profile.
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