your suggestions for charades were, getting sucked into an aircraft turbine, getting raped by a dolphin, and having sex with a vacuum cleaner. you got your own, and actually used a vacuum cleaner as a prop.
you just kept yelling "siddle that plaza" til the cab driver said it back...
I will not ride trays down a flight of stairs topless and drunk....
Wow that was a lesbian tornado.
I'm babysitting my fucking roommate he took out the screen and is trying to throw dishware in our fucking pool after he repelled off our balcony
I have reached the point in my life where I realized this is what I'm going to do for the rest of my life. Eat, shit , bar, drink, drank, drunk.
He should be castrated
Nah he might accidentally come while they're cutting it off. Wouldn't be fair to the surgeons
I think this agreement was sent by God. I get to do my own thing, get laid, and he still makes me breakfast in the morning.
How did "late lunch" turn into 8 solid hours of drinking??? I feel like death.
I cannot even describe to you the most amazing ass I have ever had the pleasure of seeing walk up the stairs in front of me just now.
You asked me if I was judging you for being drunk, and if I can hypnotize you make sober.
Just woke up with an entire pack of Oreos in my cheetah onesie. I've been waiting for this moment forever.
Well sure, my hetero side is thrilled, but my gay side is soooo judging
You reeked of guilt and shame and we offered you pancakes
I'm not complaining, but why is it that every time I hang out with you I come home with random injuries and random girls?
Randomize
