those bitches were sniggering at my man-pris like they were goddesses of fashion!
...dude i pray you are quoting something, someone, anyone...
i voted for prop eight dipshit. more weddings = more CAKE.
Say "Steve Buscemi is hot." with a straight face.
some guy just walked up to the bench i was on, backflipped off of it, gave me his number and walked away....i love this city
Hurricane Earl: Get Blown party at my house friday! Byob: bring your own bitch/booze. Must have 80s blown hair style, kazoo/noise maker (vuvuzelas/airhorns are allowed), and/or bubble wands. \n
Why am I even shocked you're doing this....
Just got a free shot w my beer...it's not quite 11am yet...I love international travel. These people aren't judgmental.
After everything you did, you followed it with "Oh God, that's something a high person would do. But I'm not high." So yeah, you're not getting near my stash again.
So as a result of a tragic manscaping accident I've had to shave all the hair off of my legs. The result is... not great
I was fed cake in bed and then was pinned down and ridden till I came. And then fed more cake. I'm going to marry Brad. I'll put money on it.
He also complimented my butt. High praise coming from a boob guy.
I'm glad there seems to be a general consensus regarding your ass
HE HAS CHALLENGED MY BADNESS. I MUST CONQUER ALL THAT QUESTIONS MY POWER. BRING FORTH THE TIT PICS.
Charles Manson is Getting Married and I stare down at my tits and wonder how I am possibly single.
Like, my vagina is jet-lagged.
Hangover and judgement, the breakfast of champions.
i'm not sure you can trust me in a car with 20 dozen donuts
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