absolutely not. he will always be that kid that threw up a ham and cheese sandwich in fourth grade to me.
UD be completely fine. you don't lose control just keep a positive environment. for example i really want to lick the wall cause red is delicious but i don't have to.
kinda considering buying a life alert for sophmore year
He compliments me like a gay guy and fucks me like a starved nympho. I'm in love.
your drunk ass trust falled a guy double fisting bud limes and as a result your head bounced off the patio table. So that might explain the stitches on the back of your head.
at the time it didn't seem likely that you would ever find the cake in your underwear
On the back of that comment, I've formed a theory that as a result of my brainwashing your drunk self actually believes that beards are your calling.
i was beyond wasted so he tucked me into bed and wrapped the blankets around me like a burrito. then gave me a bloody mary and an omlet when i woke up. and who says living with your cousin is a bad thing?!
He's on the bus now and took off his Amish hat so just his long ginger beard is present. Goodbye, majestic Amish ginger. Go forth and represent your minority well.
So apparently someone caught him as he was falling. And carried him around the rest of the night.
See, I'm just thinking of how...angular my room is. You probably would have sustained brain damage
I ate a hotdog off the ground last night.
His penis is the only thing worth pursuing but all the baggage attached isn't.
I think I was just motorboated by a 4-year old girl.
So there we are, fucking beneath the Christmas tree and I glance up and see one of the local Jehovah's witnesses staring in horror through the decorative glass in the front door. I'm so proud of us.
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