We tried having a conversation with our noses.
just a heads up, there may or may not be a mailbox full of the leftover beer on the table in your basement.
she kept peeing on everything and yelling it was now her property.
On the bright side, at least we arent the generation raised by fucked up teen moms.
You just kept yelling at the cabby "I own this cab" and insisted on smoking with all the windows up
I can feel the fear and stress bubbling in my stomach. Or maybe that is the pregnancy.
Is it love? I honestly haven't even thought about watching porn for over a week now, and haven't thought about fucking any strangers either. It's quite eerie.
I made him a flow chart of what to do if I got arrested.
It's called the eyeliner-blowjob correlation, read a science book bro
It hits you later. Like when you wake up on the floor under a puzzle later.
Pros and cons of selling your underwear to a guy on craigslist. Go.
Come down off the roof.
I just offered a cat a "drinky drinky" I'd say my night has started
We have a little not a lot. We already rolled a blunt and named him Ron.
I think he's trying to finish jacking off before throwing up again
I made a bucket list last night. Number 5: Will marry a wizard.
Randomize