If a woman tells you she has been pink socked...don't move forward with her.
I forgot how ruthlessly advertising works on me when I'm high.
You cheat on me once, shame on me. You cheat on me with a white girl, it's fucking over
she sang that "this little piggy song" to my balls. and somehow made it work, with me only having two balls instead of five.
My dad told me my only assignment from now til graduation is to not die. it's a legit concern for him.
It finally happened. My conscience stopped working. I've never felt so free
I don't know what's happening. Everyone is wearing beaks.
underwater hpnotiq shots? sure why not.
Theres a high probability there will be two hot men waiting on you in your bed when you get home for lunch.
I think this agreement was sent by God. I get to do my own thing, get laid, and he still makes me breakfast in the morning.
I can't wait til I'm a real grown up and am no longer expected to take 7 shots of raspberry ruby as a pregame to a night of drinking natty lite
and then I partied with my new dealers deaf pit bull. All around a good night I'd say...
how don't worse things happen to you?
It's like we're in an emotionally distant three-way and there's not even sex to show for it.
right now I am washing the alcohol and shame off from last night
andy told me i got kicked out of the bar and was so drunk i forgot and got back in line. the bouncer was zero impressed
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