You wanted to speak to the manager of mcdonalds as to why a "bag of cheeseburgers" isn't a menu option.
Ur just texting me random shit. That's what Twitter is for
So I went outside my house this morning and basically my entire front lawn is covered in gummi bears... I think that involves you guys.
i keep seeing random pieces of my outfit all around town.
Nothing like throwing up 1/2 price appatizers and 2 4 1 personal pitcher in uniform to remind myself what a succesful failure I am
We have video of him nailing the sex doll to my wall and putting all the monopoly pieces in her nose
You do realize that we got a stripper to do the YMCA for us on the main stage... Right?
She's "threw gas on the fire to put it out" drunk. Come retrieve ur gf. Ps she smells like burnt hair
damn. i can't believe how fast that went from 0 to lesbian
the reputation of my dick game is on the line. You're killing the team, here, G
THERES A FUCKBOY IN MY PERSONAL SPACE
GET IT AWAY FROM ME IM ALLERGIC
He said we had an hour long conversation about how awesome I was.
Now just crop his dad out and add it to the spank bank.
I'll talk to you in a minute. Gotta put my peacocks away
We hotboxed his bathroom. going to be a good night
Hotbox went wrong - smoke sets off fire alarm. Firefighters coming
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