There was an extended period of my adolescent life where my friends and I would get high, drive around in my minivan listening exclusively to the wu tang clan, and intentionally crash into snowbanks
he quoted cool runnings while we were having sex: feel the rythm,feel the rhyme, get on up, its bobsled time
we had sex three times last night.. but now im just wet from him crying on my stomach about how much he misses his ex.. awesome
there needs to be a "man fax report". like car fax. type in the guys name and bday and up pops all the bad shit he's ever done.
I'm sorry but all I really read was "my nipples will get hard."
who the fuck is that kid sitting with you...
I don't have any fucking idea. I woke up and he was there. I'm kinda creeped out.
this guy is so high, he just ate half of a frozen blueberry muffin and half of a frozen poppyseed muffin, then proceeded to make a "hybrid poppyberry muffin"
there is no way i'm buying plan b and condoms at the same time
no do it! it shows that you acknowledge your mistakes and you are proactively working towards a solution.
She's yelling about threesomes and realllly wants you to come over. Put the pieces together.
Try and take me seriously and don't look directly at my hair or the jizz on my pants.
Nothing like wearing your heels and smelling like henney in the afternoon
Covered in confetti and bad decisions
I just want some dick and chicken fingers please advise
If this gives you any indication of my current state, I stopped at Meijer after work and bought funyuns, pregnancy tests and chocolate.
Even my conscience is telling me to take this Wednesday's exam buzzed.
Rough birthday weekend. Eating McDonalds in the shower and used a fifth of sky as a pillow last night
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