We are surrounded by old people. Heavens waiting room for sure.
It's what's on the inside that counts(972): They probably have big open vaginas so the inside is no good
That shit is worth it...they got medicine for that now a days
I left a cheeto on everyone's car trailing to the house i'm at, hanzel and gretel style.
If there was a game called "keeping your legs shut," I would lose every time.
We were both halfway out the window trying to give each other high fives over the roof while the dude was going 150.
This essay is so getting done. I am spurred on by thoughts of test-driving your newly shaven face by sitting on it as soon as humanly possible.
Don't get me wrong, I love talking about lube and such, but why are we?
I was grinding on people that were grinding. Nonconsensual.
I can't feel my tongue. And that means go. Green means go. And you know what Barney says. Green means go and woah means no. DRIIIIINKK
I approve. Last time I was there, I left E's room to get a drink of water. Found M sitting on the kitchen counter in his boxers hammered and eating a banana. He proceeded to feed me the rest of his banana then went to bed with the lights on. You two will be great.
Why is there puke in my guitar?
Because you puked in your guitar.
Im playing a game I have to take a drink every time my gram asks me the same question hammered by 4 guaranteed
Should I give the penis ring toss game to good will or garbage
Texting people and counting condoms..we have like fourteen. Goal for this week: use all of them
Randomize
