remember that time i ran away from the bar and passed out in a street cot?
neither do i
I don't understand why some guys want to have a huge conversation while standing at the urinal with cock in hand...
its summer. and we all know college gfs do not count in summer.
college gfs dont count ever. theyre like getting corn rows in jamaica. you feel cool at the time. then you go home and people make fun of you.
i was gonna tell him a really embarassing story about you, but then i remembered im in all of them
My workout was carrying 2 cases home from the grocery. It's Bowl Week.
I Apparently saved a picture of the Eiffel tower in between 2 pics of his dick. It appears to be the same size. I fucking love Paris.
Plus, I've always wanted to drive in rush hour with a huge cock drawn on my hood
I found my hair extensions. They were in my hamper.
I think we need to have a day of drinking in classes. I know we don't share any, but sacrifices need to be made.
ever had one of those days where you say fuck it and lick the inside of a bag of chips
Next time a random bus filled with santas pulls up to the bar, I'm not getting on it.
The only rule I'm making for myself tonight is to not drink out of the sink at the bar.
i definitely signed you up to receive text message notifications from a jukebox last night. Not even sorry.
When you can't finish your jumbo margarita and figure pouring it into a to go box will suffice... Midnight snack?
learning about efficiency and effectiveness in an administration seminar. real world application: walking across the street to the pub on break to shotgun a beer.
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