It's an acquired taste. Like keystone. Or caviar.
he said i took off my shirt and wrote "help HATI" on my tits, and charged people to motorboat me..... i'd like to say i woke up with 267$ in my purse
I don't think going to Relay for Life and painting our faces while everyone stares at us is a sufficent late night after the bars.
five cans of playdoh and a game of guess whose penis ...
Please stop letting me make out with hot lesbians.
Definitely not. I may be your best friend, but first and foremost I am a guy. Please continue.
It's supposed to be a shit show, it's an end of the world party.
I just tried to make cleaning gasoline off your shoes with toilet paper in the Chemistry Building bathroom look normal. I failed.
i know. like I have the nerve to talk about poverty. I eat peanut butter out of the jar.
Well, if it gives you any indication, when I got there, there was already some dude passed out naked in the treehouse.
Her ex was at the party her housemates were having. He knocked on her door asking how she was while we were going at it. Turns out they were trying to work things out. Don't think I'll ever forget his face when we walked out of her room.
Holy shit, we're married as fuck.
I'm a lady. Ladies do NOT hump the floor.
I just watched will sing pure imagination from willy wonka and then blow a banana
Facebook just reminded me of the time I found two IHop cheese sticks in my hand bag. Those were the days.
Nothing screams "crazy cat lady" like a nursery in your house when you're over 30, single and have no kids.
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