I just wanted to draw pictures of limp wieners on peoples doors and smash pictures of palm trees. That's it.
you told everyone your name was brenda and you had the whole party chanting b-dawgg by the end of the night. successful.
I sometimes wonder how many of the girls I know have done anal...and why none of them have ever dated me.
CAUTION: TWINS DO NOT HAVE TWIN PENISES.
My corndog is like a popsicle of bread. A WHOLE. POPSICLE. OF BREAD.
We almost died tonight..we almost die every night. but tonight was the closest by far
To say he's a good fuck is like saying the beatles had a bit of success. My vag is still mourning the fact he moved.
We bought a hamster while completely stoned and 2 hours later returned it because your mother wouldnt let you bring it in her house. You cried. a lot.
Was there a Canadian at your party or did I dream that?
I just found my lube on the ground next to my bed. I would pay money to find out what the fuck happened that night.
So are we just not going to talk about the time I came home to you jerking it in the kitchen?
She has that type of face she reminds me of that weird girl from napoleon dynamite only taller and with hoop earrings.
you weren't there so I had to flirt with him on your behalf
Why does fireball set life on fire? Your insides, your head, your behavior...
I think he has some internal "man stuff" that keeps getting in the way.
Like alcoholism and general douchbagary.
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