Plan B is the new Plan A
john hughes is dead. crushing any and all dreams of me ever being in an 80's john hughes film. bummer.
I just used a franzia box to scrape the snow off my car.
Stripper fight on main stage. It just happened. And it was glorious.
i did make 45 jello shots and that makes me feel more productive then any paper would
I'm now in all their contact lists as "Pee-Pee Hands"...
I forgot to tell you, the medics put you in a wheel chair. ( I kept telling you to cat daddy) oh you also gave everyone high fives for speaking English.
I am not even close to finishing violently masturbating over that video.
Do to my newly discovered condition I'm having to resort to emergency beat sessions to avoid the temptation to text girls I know are easy slams.
I feel like my dick pic collection should be archived at the Smithsonian
Jesus Christ. Even your cock has to be an overachiever. :-(
They were assless. I wore assless football pants.
I feel like my life just hangs in the balance of "Yeah I'm probably not doing this right"
I kept screaming that he looked like Khal Drogo and rode around the bar on his back.
Only good thing about being an essential worker is that I have a letter allowing me to cross the bridge into jersey to get booze
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