It is obvious to me now why clam chowder & beer aren't a good combo.
Drunk. I slept-stripped.
By myself.
That's two mile stones in one shot. A ginger and that's my third ashley.
And then as he was trying to conceal his boner from everybody, you said aloud "just grab your cock and get out of the pool"
He just turned 21, it's very obvious the end of their relationship is near. Now we play the waiting game.
I don't think everyone found it as funny as I did... Nothing says "Party's Over" like the sound of a pump action shotgun.
I believe I won the Golden Vodka Bottle of sadness last night for crying while being party boyed.
He stopped responding after the animal pictures... I do this EVERY TIME.
I had a 10 minute conversation with the refrigerator, it was telling me how it likes to be opened and closed. Ecstasy, I love you.
somehow I feel like "adventures with cocaine and molly" wouldn't be an appropriate "How I Spent My Spring Break" essay topic.
I wouldn't hesitate to give up my job to have regular bowel movements again
I'm looking for whatever I can find, and afford without having to eat my emotional support cat
Drink water, eat food, and stop tazing yourself
Two grav bong hits and a shower later and I'm ready for company
It's like you say things that speak to my soul on a deep personal level
Saddle up bitches, we're going to an orgy.
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