Fiestas. Its like a classier verson of mardi gras.
You realize if you die tommorow, the last memory i'll ever have of you is your ballsack on skype
then the nurse gave me a bag with my personal belongings: phone, wallet. jacket, keys and a BTB burrito
I actually had to roll up my long sleeves to masturbate. I hate the winter
so id say it was a successful trip...i only got hit on by one cousin...
He passed out so we kept throwing water on him, he got excited and asked if we were at the wave pool.
Lauren she was gnawing on a dresser. Gnawing. On. A. Dresser.
I'm Still in a robe trying to piece together 3-7am I'll be there in a few
I'm stoned entirely off resin. Licking my blankets. Merry Christmas. Jesus died for our sins. Yay Jesus. I love you.
No, the responsible one does not yell out "lets go to iHop" at 5 in the morning to a bunch of drunk people with munchies.
im that hungover where parking at red lights has to be done
He was so drunk and proud of his 6-month-gym-results he actually made me touch his whole naked body.
I'm kinda glad you won't be in Vegas tomorrow because you'd make us go streaking or throw dead animals at them.
I was pretty pissed in the morning when I realized he had fucked the fake tattoo right off my chest.
AMAZON SELLS SEX SWINGS!
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