I would blow Magic Johnson for a pack of lucky strikes right now. Post-hiv.
My dick is covered in produce stickers. I suspect you
He's hinting that I'm starting to be kicked out of their blunt rides, I can feel it.
Just pure bliss will emerge from Charles, my tranny bong.
Of all the shitty people we associated with, you should be happy that I'm the one fucking your cousin. Sorry.
Im wearing all my glow sticks to bed so i know where my arms are at all times.
Hey. Me and my buddy are drunk. you wanna give us tattoos of the hawaiian punch guy we shall pay very well. Seriously dude. no bull shit.
He showed up in booty shorts and no shirt and said dont laugh dont ask questions and give me a fucking final and no one in class said anything we just sat there speehless
That does it. We're drinking til we're pirates.
I have a LOT of reasons to worry about radical feminists taking my lady balls, frankly. A lot.
I thought he was having it in Athens. Alright. Have fun. Please save my dignity and refrain from talking about my boobs and sexual "abilities". If I have any. I just feel like they are going to ask. Repeat after me. And repeat it 5 more times. This is going to be the phrase you're going to rely on tonight: "I can neither deny or confirm such actions."
Drinking from the bottle. In bed. Making dinosaur noises. Oh man.
You haven't lived until you've snorted coke from a Pharaoh's hand baby
You cant use biscuit as a chaser
I FUCKED THE WRONG FRIEND HELP ME
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