I found out he doesn't have a facebook, twitter, or myspace. So, I'm going to actually go to his house to spy on him.
it was 5AM and you were field goal kicking solo cups into the sink
there are so many fish in the see you have left to fuck
Can you explain my first weekend back, because there a lot of blacked out gaps and 32 friend requests i would like to know about
All I saw was a beagle come across the screen and explain the theory of relativity to me and leave
He needs to respect me before he can fuck me with cat ears on.
That's cool. At least the punch line of my story isn't I shit in a booth at Denny's.
We shall study the pictures later and see if his penis is worth my time.
He's an acquired taste, like S&M or those crunchy things they put in salads
Croutons?
It's like a double rainbow in both sides of the sky mixed with The Jeffersons.
Ryan got so drunk he gave a hobo $20 and I had to zip tie him to the bed so he doesn't out stupid himself
She has also never texted me first which I think might be a tell-tale sign she wants me to die alone.
Your normalization of crazy is frightening.
He didn't have much of a personality. But I had like 100 orgasms, so that's cool.
Mischief managed.
YOU ARE NOT A MARAUDER, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO NOW?
Randomize
