no, he's only a walking dick if he mans up. right about now he's just a walking transgender.
The worse part is i sent a text at like three that said i was getting head... Now i have no idea who's mouth has been on my dick
we'll go far in life on tits alone.
It was one of those "since we're naked anyway" type situations
its family weekend so i'm givin my little bro a tour of everywhere ive thrown up on campus
i woke up in the fire place with a lighter in my hand. if i would have died the night would have made up for it.
I think he thought he was a gentleman because he bought me the most expensive plan b at cvs
You missed out on a serious adventure. Cops were called. We put a chicken in someones house.
You were discovered in a bush, smoking, and singing "in the jungle" to yourself. Which explains the scratches, but not the orange paint.
You kept whispering to me that the guy making your burrito was an angel.
If you kill yourself you won't get to feel that feeling when you have a good shit in the morning. Arent you gonna miss that?
all i remember is slapping you in the face with a slice of pizza while laughing maniacally.
I was out of breath when we were getting started and he offered me his inhaler so he's a keeper
I lost a bet last night, now I have to name the baby Fetty Wap, regardless of gender. Riley is going to kill me.
There are two guys here arguing over Pearl jam and Nirvana. 1991 wants its argument back.
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