There are traffic cones in the living room. One of them is yours.
And i quote: "where's y'alls from comin' in with them accents?" - from a mississipi mcdonalds
We're playing Edward Bottle-of-eight-dollar-sale-wine-hands now
I love drunk self when he leaves a prepacked bong for the morning... in the bathroom.
THE BIG GAY MAD HATTER IS HERE AND HE HAS DRUGS IN HIS PANTS FOR YOU. COME DOWNSTAIRS BITCHEZZZZ
Was almost hungover and got scared, skipped hungover, back to hammered. Fuck real life
I think the solution to your phobia is an open relationship with your dildo. about the same responsibility as a pet rock
Going to the u of w I constantly have that moment of, oh hey I felt you up at that rave at folk fest that one time. Winnipeg is too small.
Join us. We're on the roof drinking breakfast
Also, I have your check. Also, still wanna drop acid?
well you don't shave your pubes into a handlebar mustache and keep the party to yourself
Fyi - we're going to be eating those sandwiches in bed when you get home.
Russell is lonely. He needs a companion.
You're lucky you have a monster cock or most people may just laugh at your penis' nickname.
My dad is sitting where you rode me
Woke up with a $100 bill from the Philippines in my bra & an unopened box of sour patch kids next to me. I have some questions.
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