I submitted an essay to my history teacher comparing changes in the middle ages to the song changes by David Bowie. I can't wait to see my grade on that.
the can pyramid on my head actually reached a decent height before I moved.
I have a page in my 2010 scrapbook dedicated to pictures of his cock.
First coke bust down the road. Spring is finally here.
It's cheaper then a lap dance and you get your hair cut.
This hangover is so bad, we are pregaming Chinese food with pizza.
We decided this year instead of not participating in Halloween at all we are going to hand out free beers to the parents.
Also my vagina isn't a crater of death where nothing comes out
I think I'm too tall to 69 successfully.
I think I might cry.
As a Chick-Fil-A employee, I think you'd appreciate the visual of me almost accidentally pulling out my wallet with a thong hooked on it as I payed for my waffle fries just now.
You forgot the part where I played Slip and Slide with my own puke and fucked up my knee.
We have a lot of substance abuse to do tomorrow its sleep time
We could have mediocre awkward sex or mediocre stunted/awkward/uncomfortable banter. The possilities are relatively finite
Can't talk, ducks in the car
Update: tequila girl had her hand down groomsmen pants
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