I am good. I dancing. Drinking but dancing fine.
Just figured out how to smoke weed with a toaster.
his mom and i are swapping prescript pills..totally mother in law material.
I have seen more male genitalia at this party tonight than I ever want to see again in my entire life.
you can't just make up for the fact that you broke up with me by tagging yourelf in my embarrassing facebook videos of you
the only thing coherent you said from what i saw of you is when you were throwing up, i asked if you were done and you just "uh huh you know what it is"
Using his name makes it all too personal. I refuse to get attached to this one. This is all about ass. He doesn't get a name.
It's one of the many facets of my drunken alter egos. I'm like substance abuse batman.
my life is about to be the like the hunger games except with penises. and im going to win.
Also, the greatest of ironies: I got shampoo confiscated by security while Corey managed to get pot through. MERICA!
By god, his vagina is better looking than mine.
Jello shots and homoerotic movie scenes bingo?
He's bringing a lesbian pretending to be his girlfriend to family Christmas. I can not wait to see how this goes.
well at least you got laid last nighT. I woke up on a pile of laundry
Cmon. I wasn't that bad.
You stumbled ass first into the litter box, and everytime we tried to get you to move you said " if I fits. I sits."
Randomize
