I wanna crawl in your skin and have dreams about Bobby Kennedy tonight.
I just put anything in between my legs and hope for the best.
He then proceeded to tell me about his enlarged lymph nodes, his"severe" case of blue balls.
Gotta love hanging with Nat. By the time guys realize she isnt going home with them, they've spent enough money and time to think I'm a good idea.
he has a puerto rico area code and says his name is johnny cash. extremely suspect
Peanut butter balls.
IF YOU EVEN COME NEAR MY BALLS AGAIN I SWEAR TO GOD
That was like a fiery explosion of flailing arms and wonderful passion
Oh. My. God. Dad smoked a bowl. He's been playing cards...I just told a story and when I was done, he got really close to my face and very seriously asked me if he had cheese in his beard. I'm about to die.
Don't patronize me, I thought of that on peyote, so it was basically like a message from God.
How the fuck did I get back? Last thing I remember is being on some hot guy's shoulders yelling at girls shaking their asses
We'll talk about it later...
It was all good till you had ppl chasin shots of ciroc with fucking applesauce
Pretty sure if we keep hanging out on Tuesdays there will be no whiskey left for the younger generations or the universe will implode....tomato tahmato
You can make out without kissing
Explanation needed
Were we still high when we decided to break your leg?
Those brownies did us in. I honestly blacked out completely.
What brownies? Ohmygod.
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