Thats the last time I go out drinking with my Irish friends. Two shots of flaming sambucca = bar on fire. I was only trying to high five the barman.
There's a vagina buried somewhere in there.
just as he was about to cum he started shouting "I THINK I CAN! I THINK I CAN!" over and over again.
idk if ive ever seen a picture of him on facebook with his pants on
Do you understand how much easier life would be if fannypacks were normal
Your therapist is not going to think that you using your vagina as revenge is okay
It will be a surprise...all i can say is stripper clown
My number one goal in life is to find out who can fill a keg with Popov
She's going to get preggers, drop out of school, and end up working at mcdonalds. Great for our mcdoubles habit but bad for her future.
Did you really just call a picture of your erect penis art?
I'll be thirty in eight months. I think my goal is too stop changing my pants in the parking lot at work by then.
He's getting Easter eggs filled with weed or Jell-O shots for his birthday
We might as well just set our livers out to sea on burning ships
Dude, we got to the strip club as they were closing, and you starting crying because, and I quote, "This is the closest to birthday sex I'm gonna get."
Fantasizing about the apocalypse is fun and shit until the conditions that could lead to one suddenly seem feasible
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