To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
It's like a mixture of two words
"town" and "Im too drunk to spell right now"
He nailed 50 frozen hamburgers to the ceiling last night. Now there are flies every where.
Ya I guess he's not a bad roommate. I mean if he wasn't here I would probably be more lazy and pee in bottles and stuff.
it was a 10 min screaming orgasm. i don't care that you were next door and didn't appreciate all the noise.
I just watched a guy pee from a second floor window onto the line of 100 people waiting to get in.
There is a pube in my fucking eyeball
When the shrooms kicked in we both simultaneously realized we were not the right puzzle piece for the dubstep puzzle.
We made eye contact and were like we are not welcome here, the ravers are onto us and we need to get the fuck out before we get shuffled upon
Also, it was so cold in that bathroom that I saw my crap steaming, a first in my life
All she has to do is text me and my dick gets hard. It doesn't matter what it's about. Last text was about a homeless dude
The fabulous human disaster: it is him
I think he may actually care that I call him slampiece instead of his real name. Who knew he had feelings?
The logic in me says "don't text him" .But the vagina in me says "text him".
isnt it crazy how for years we were living our owns lives, and now only a wall seperates us?
stop. eating. my. shrooms.
Stereotypically, lax bros last the longest, but have huge egos that are annoying. Baseball players barely last 10mins, but are really nice. And than we have soccer players, last long and have no egos. Me and my friends have collected our findings.
Randomize
