so im goin to clemson & my drug dealers goin to penn state. this is the hardest breakup EVER.
i just threw up in the porta potty. i am in no condition to be guarding anyone's life rite now.
I remember your 21st ending with me driving you home while you insisted making bicycle signals out the car window.
I'm pretty sure there was a language barrier but he knew what "harder" meant.
I cannot for the life of me remember why I am holding this rabbit.
He called me on my way to the bathroom and told me he wanted to hear me pee my beers out... That. Drunk.
Oh Brad. Your poor brain, always being ignored for your penis and crazy women.
If the Cards come back I will fly to St Louis and shit in a very public place.
Hey remember that time you called a woman a "man in a dress" and then threw up in a drinking fountain?
Had a dream that you were held at gun point. But I killed the guy. Then we embraced in the biggest hug while everyone around us clapped... Kinda how I imagine our wedding...
Is this the point in which we come to terms with our lesbianism or is that after you send me more ass pics...
You have 4 bottles of kahlua in ur drawers but no sox
I'm just going to ride dicks all the way to the to the gates of hell
i may or may not have bought a plane ticket for a russian cam girl to fly here. also, can you spot me $300 on rent?
also i don't know what you guys ate last night but he broke the toilet
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