i've lived in the woods for so long, as long as its post-op, i don't care.
I like daylight savings. I don't care if it's 4 oclock it's not daydrinking if it's dark out
seek help.
They seriously just ended our alcohol presentation by giving us beer cozies. I love college.
When she was giving me head last night it felt like there was a NASCAR pit crew working on my dick.
I feel like hell. The amount of black beans I found in my hair tells me I hit rock bottom
we're almost there. Shes pounding on the car window telling the nurse whos on a smoke break to fuck off.
Tinkerbell just flew up to me and tickled my balls. What the fuck did we smoke?
I'll just save you what dignity you have left by letting what happened die with your lack of memory and/or liver.
you were feeling the wall and when we asked you why, you just said "because I want to know who lived here before"
He added his name to my To Do list. That's the way to my Type A heart.
I'm still high with raccoon eyeliner eyes and chocolate all over my face and chest, clutching a mug of wine. Happy graduation.
Sex aside I am really scared about Syria...
He really only has clothes, like 4 boogie boards, and a bong here.
What happens if you die with an erection? Does it stay hard? Disclaimer: I'm high.
Dude I cant right now. Were talking about pickles.
Randomize
