why is it impossible to run with a back pack without looking like a giant d-bag?
haha... you gave me a great visual of you in high white socks running with a backpack with eye of the tiger playing in the background
that only happened once.
So for two years my friend Mark has been building a catapult in his basement. Yesterday he realized it's too big to get it out.
You need to give me a reason immediately why he is your friend.
Charles is a playa. And I don't mean the spanish word for beach.
Well, I'm a guy so I don't have one, but if its anything like the inside of my nose, yes, vodka would burn.
it felt like the flash was giving me a handjob
I was so drunk that I didn't realize he was staying at the Waldorf. I walk of shamed the Astoria, do you even know what this means?
Also, just almost microwaved cereal. Thank god mom is here to stop me.
I wanted to be mature but the vodka was resilient.
High as shit. I just described caramel syrup on crackers to my mom for 15 minutes...
God he's so convenient, drugs, an parties all in one person. He's like the Walmart of delinquency.
I opened a bud lite with a fencing sword last night. Yeah you banged that guy.
If its not for food we ain't going out.
How is someone going to pee on the floor two days in a row? Fuck this place.
I am a bad person
You slept with him. Was it good?
I wasnt going to but I was too lazy to blow up the air mattress
There's a fuckload of syrup all over the floor.
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