I should have been more specific when I asked for 8 inches.
three guys just busted into my bio lecture, yelled "happy st. patrick's day!", downed jagerbombs, and left.
I am drunk at a castle and it isn't even 3. Europe is amazing.
And as far as being fat goes I just did like 20 minutes of p90x and now i'm eating frosting out of the container....
I don't remember much but I remember it was a unanimous decision that Santa was indeed real and Cait's stripping somehow proved this.
No mixer. Vodka in yogurt?
At what point would you like us to save you from yourself?
He wore nothing but a Speedo and a tie to the party. It was great. Everyone was looking at him like "this kid's the best"
Yo, I can't just ask my mom where she relocated my vibrator to, can I?
You poured your drink on him and called him a "useless cocksucker" because he wouldn't give you a ride home... on his skateboard
I think the worst part about being a real adult is 1)having a high stress job that makes me want to get stoned 2)paying for reefer using my own money 3)realizing my boyfriends children probably have more weed connections than I do anymore
I have nothing to say other than the obvious 'we probably shouldn't have done that' and the less obvious 'i think you bruised my labia major' ...?
Holy shit my cat won't leave the lube alone
I didn't know how to commemorate his death, so I snorted a fat line off of his obituary. Rest in peace.
It's a draw. You need to settle it in Smash, Soul Calibur, and/or rock-paper-scissors, the last of which Steve claims is bullshit.
Randomize
