we're blogging at a bar
Grinding on my ninth grade teacher. Dreams really do come true
I felt kinda bad after screaming 'ITS MY BIRTHDAY TOO' while he was having a seizure in the front of the party bus.
His mom always writes on my facebook right after we have sex. it's like she knows. with her scary mom psychic powers
i know i said i'd always be there for you, but i'm beginning to think that what you call "being there for me" the american judicial system calls reckless endangerment.
Apparently while trying to get up from vomiting in the toilet I grabbed the seat cover for leverage and smashed my own head between it and the bowl. I don't remember this.
Weekend plan is a big bag of dope, delivery food, Bollywood marathon and masterbating my dick raw.
I WILL BE THE BEST FICTITIONAL HISTORICAL FIGURE FOR THE FEMENIST MOVEMENT THE WORLD HAS EVER SEEN
So did you grab that log full of poison ivy for the fire and then apparently take a piss on Saturday night too or was that just me?
will we ever learn or are we destined for a life of poison ivy covered balls?
i want to have awesome sex and feel fuzzy.
The amount of knuckle children I've had to the Farrah Abraham sex tape is disturbing and impressive
Is she okay?
She may want to issue revenge punches, but medically fine.
Naw but when she was in the bathroom I threw the condom out the window and I'm pretty sure it hit some girl
I don't trust a bar IN TENNESSEE that doesn't have Jack Daniels.
Sooo, did you delete me cause I said I wouldn't babysit you while you did shrooms? You're a grown man.
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