You do realize the lyrics aren't "hold me close TONY DANZA" right?
You can't be serious.
he's werid. hell kiss me after i go down on him but he wont kiss me after i eat anything with mustard.
looking back, maybe 11 flaming dr peppers was a little extreme
She's more of a "I'm gonna get herpes no matter how great her face looks like" pretty
he went to find a bathroom and came back 10 minutes later with a fifth of bacardi, a pack of cigarettes, and two funnel cakes. he is a man among boys.
I left boob prints on the hood of his car. Something to remember me by.
when you wake up in a apartment hallway wearing someone else's shoes, you can pretty much assume last night was a success.
I can't drink with the moms anymore. All they talk about is lactating.
I spent ten minutes questioning her on what kind of cup she wanted... Then I asked what kind of water she wanted..
WOAH TOO HIGH
Because making bad decisions is what makes our house great and I don't plan on changing that anytime soon.
You know how I know last night was a good night? Because I remember high fiving a couple WHILE they were having sex.
He came on my favorite pants. He is dead to me.
Nothing says depression like laying in your bed stoned, naked, and eating a cupcake
I'd love you more if you were covered in hot cheetos
What happened?
Vodka. Vodka happened.
Randomize
