I got fucking wesley sniped last night by that power hoe. How'd it end up on your end? Did you canoodle the stripper enough for her to agree to go to formal?
I have been thinking about it and I am really glad we decided to order helmets.
I smelled like jager and penis. The only cure was a pack of camels and plan b.
you kept slapshing your drinks on people saying the power of christ compels you.
Whenever I don't wipe thoroughly after shitting, I just think that anyone if anyone sticks their finger up my ass, they had it coming.
Is King's over? Or do I still have to say 'On Matt's cock' at the end of every sentence on matt's cock?
Dude... Hand job in the lake... It was as weird as it sounds.
He just made me apologize because his morning wood is NOT a laughing matter.
But please don't judge me if i smell like mustard
So he ended up throwing a watermelon that he stole from the cafeteria saying "if i cant have it no one can" of the 5th floor.
Let's just do a victory lap through all of our exes.
That guy is like a clown car of sexy. Just when I think I've seen it all, THERE'S MORE.
AND SOME IN THE TRUNK.
There is maybe 10 hours out of any given day we aren't sober.
wait you like me?? for my personality??
I know I was surprised too
I woke up using a beer can as a pillow. successful party?
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