I think i ate a live goldfish last night. that i caught with my hand in a kiddie pool. my stomach really hurts.
so the situation is a+b=c where "a" is how much you weight, "b" is my gravitational pull, and "c" is how erect your penis is.
ps... at the end of one of the videos you yell "let's do the eiffel tower again.. i'll be in the middle!" .. i almost died lolol
Bt dubs, I still have cuts on my arm from when you attacked me with a dildo on Saturday night.
Going to pass out with da shoes on. hugging wallstreet journal from tuesday. please check me for liveliness in the morning.
you said you couldnt let go of the fence because your hand was molding to it.
this morning your mother said to me "sorry to have to meet you like this, in my sons bed" later she said "you never know whos gonna be in there. its scary sometimes"
So not only did team sweden fail to particpate in any drinking game but i also found puke in my viking helmet this morning.
Apparently suggesting that she was the kind of girl who might be expected to kill someone's pets hurt her feelings...
Like, actually questioning if you ate dog shit last night
I love you so must. You as do fraty. You are truly my veste breakable (ties I wtf racket Andover). Luce you. Have a safe drive bio dough failover.
One day this summer I just wanna get blown under the hot sun all day.
Deal. Roof-top 69 on Saturday, July 20th. I've got it in my calendar.
The walk home lasted longer than the sex. He lives in the flat above the bar.
Sailor Jerry came over for the evening. It was a magical evening. I didn't even get puke in the house.
we need to find a way to be drinking champagne 24/7
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