Well, its 5:30am and you haven't let me in, I guess ill go home
just won a stolen shopping cart in a dance off in a parking lot.
There is only so much cookie dough and masturbating I can handle in one night.
I have another pimple on my ass cheek.
I'll be there in 10 minutes.
I had to hold off a girl who was trying to check your pulse while you were passed out. She kept screaming that she was a nursing major and needed to make sure you were alive.
I haven't been this hungover since you found me laying in front of your door gagging with pepto bismal tablets scattered around me
We're not on Beacon Street anymore so now your argument about not peeing on the sidewalk holds no water. Whereas my bladder has holded every water.
Yeah haha but we have no idea where his keys are. Last night was awful. Him and Chancey were in a fully embraced bro hug at one point. Both crying.
Dude, we apparently put a washing machine drum in that back of your truck with the full intention of making a bonfire in it.
You jumped into so many bushes for no reason
he's just got his life so together and it makes my pussy wet.
You were peeing off the rooftop and told everyone sometimes you just gotta go
...is this motivational speaking, or sexting? It's getting hard to tell.
I had a dream last night that Sam and Dean had to get rid of a murderous ghost haunting an elf on the shelf. I think I'm ready for Christmas to be over.
Whose dick am I looking at? There are too many possibilities at the moment.
Randomize
