You all can go fuck yourselves. As far as I'm concerned, don't come back to karaoke.
i just keep taking vicodin and supergluing random shit
I think Charlie st. Cloud is the saddest thing I can masturbate to.
Dorm room. In. Elevator. Fell in. Boom. Puke
i'm sick of coming in second next to bourbon.
I held his ankles while he hung off the top bunk attempting to get my pillow that fell off.
Her mom walked into the garage as we were smoking a kush blunt with sombreros on.
The last bar we left there was a sausage stand right outside and I apparently felt bad those guys were working that late, so I bought a $9 sausage, gave it to some drunk kid and said "I support local businesses!!" I'd say I've done my civic duty.
My face feels like its stuck between a ball sack and an asshole.
Come part with me. By you sleep! No fun. Idek feelings Sorry for your life.
I JUST MADE OUT WITH A BRITISH SOCCER PLAYER. LONG LIVE THE QUEEN. GOD BLESS THAT COUNTRY.
YOU'RE CHANGING THE SUBJECT. I CAN BLOW SOMETHING UP OR I CAN TELL HIM YOU LOVE HIM, BUT ONE OF THE TWO IS BOUND TO HAPPEN
Do to my newly discovered condition I'm having to resort to emergency beat sessions to avoid the temptation to text girls I know are easy slams.
I am the murdurer of this scooby doo episode
Well, he was practically tripping over his dick to get to me so I'd say my new dress was successful
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