Whenever I'm sad I just imagine if babies were born with mustaches...
Hurry. And bring back up. SHE WON'T STOP TALKING.
WAKE UP. GET ME THE PILL. AND SAVE MY LIFE
yah I made NO friends last night. at one point i think i replaced talking with spitting
My pussy is not your playground.
Recording ancient aliens and the third Reich. Stoned you will thank me later.
Just found my shirt from Saturday, got an automatic contact buzz.
And then you'll find yourself a hot chick and leave me behind with nothing but my back fat to keep me company.
I know how to say Yes, No, and Your Mother's Vagina. So almost fluent.
orgasmnado...tomorrow night
That's what I'm talking about
I assume you passed out however I'm drinking jäger and beer in bed with my cat so your friendship world have been appreciated
MESSY REBOUND SEX HERE I COME! Time to start stretching to fit in my back seat again ...
It's still fucked up that my mom let me think Vanilla Ice was my dad for YEARS just because she thought it was funny.
on a scale of one to ten where does vomming from being hungover during a professionalism lecture fit
Now just crop his dad out and add it to the spank bank.
Randomize
