I met the nicest Tranny last night. He/She loves Cheetos.
I'm sorry for the crack den comment. You have a lovely apartment.
You dropped me off at the wrong girl's house.
There's no such thing as a "wrong girl" make it happen.
alright see you in the morning.
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
at least 'blackout me' had enough sense to take the puke covered duvet off the comforter.
So you really have to stop introducing me to girls and afterwards saying "he has his dick pierced" let them find out for themselves
They woke me up at 6am and made me drink a bottle pf champagne yelling "champagne breakfast!"
The cops caught them pow wowing in the teepee at the entrance of the golf course at 5 am. But were still missing someone.
A valiant attempt to obtain a backhoe was made
The cops knocked on our door just to ask us if we were really having a no-pants party.
I need to ask my mom where the drain cleaner is, but I'm afraid she'll ask why and the answer to that will just be "cum."
How many other adults do you think have slept naked under the Winnie the Pooh blanket sober?
What's the worst that could happen? I'm already broke and my leg's already broken
please let it be arousing that I used numbers to figure out how well I'd give you head
the next thing I knew, I was on the floor of a Tim Hortons bathroom in Canada.
Randomize
