i wanted to be an indian when i was a child. apparently you cannot grow up to be an indian.
What can i say, inner beauty is great but it makes a hard picture to jack off to
sex in a ball pit. and I thought ghandi did great things.
New development. Drinking at work is so easy and awesome I might have to do it everyday.
threw up outside of the dorms in the parking lot in the pouring rain on the first day of class, i'd say summer is off to a good start.
I still can't believe he came down from his hiding place in the tree voluntarily because he didn't want us to have to talk to the cops alone...
You're alright. You just passed out while we were having sex. Then I'm pretty sure you peed. So I went home.
well I woke up with about $3 in odd change and a note that said "I'm borrowing your weed." So, no, it didn't go to well.
He just walked from his house to mine. Walked in and asked for a hug and then left.. And he's sober.
Miscalculate d the jungle juice, it's actually 10%. Can't taste the diff anyway but my stomcha is warm. Come play pongm.
Ugh, I should just give up, and fuck him in a parking lot, and shave my head and walk naked through the streets of King's Landing.
Maybe I'm not hungover. Maybe I'm actually dying.
I just realized that this is the first time I've ever seen your mom without sucking your cock.
I think this is the first time I heard a lesbian version of baby it's cold outside.
not even sure this counts as hungover but like my body can't exist in reality today
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