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That was rough. We had a 50% puke rate and 100% still drunk rate at lunch
i feel like the song jizz in my pants was made for him.
so chris just stuck his hand between rachel's legs and yelled 'TROUT!' and we were like...you're wasted
shes trying to light up her bowl in front of the fan. everytime it blows it out she just gives it a dirty look.
she went to pee and i could hear her singing "Drip Drip Drop LIttle April Showers" from Bambi through the door.
You just met him on Thursday, and you've already nicknamed him Golden Penis?
Ryab! Make hr wtop. Mshe make sme speee. I don want to pee. I want sev. He was so igbad. Redpo.
I made this pact with my vagina, though. No more heartless fuckery.
I thought you were single?
I am. But thats cuz no one wants to marry shame and regret doused in tequila. But thanks for reminding me ya dick.
Girl we've come a long way since our first Brazilian wax
this night may include but is not limited to : police encounters, wild animals, stomach pumping, and waking up in a field
I can't! Its just like the night that I bathed you, I didn't tell anyone.
You came into my room and started rubbing a banana on your face.
I had to ask her to let go of my cock this morning so I could go home. She just kept saying "no, please, no..."
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