there needs to be a "man fax report". like car fax. type in the guys name and bday and up pops all the bad shit he's ever done.
sent the pic of my tit to the wrong bbm chatroom
He yelled "juice on the loose", yes i am sure i need plan b
All you have to drink is moonshine and ranch. This is bullshit.
You slow clapped the stripper last night.
Things are burning & the world smells of peanut butter. It's beautiful.
Im the proud new owner of the campus speed bump sign
AT THIS RATE YOU WILL HAVE FUCKED MORE OF MY CLOSE FRIENDS THAN I HAVE PEOPLE PERIOD BY VALENTINE'S DAY.
I don't know what I'm more pleased with, the blowie last night or that fact that there's still 20 dollars in my wallet
you can only text me tonight if its in drake lyrics. thats the rule
Rule #36, branched off rule 4: Dave stays on a leash in crazy settings. It keeps him good and gets you laid.
So essentially he's like a puppy you can bring to a bar? Retractable leash or chain then?
You were drunk at 5 You went to the dining hall and cried because your brain and fingers weren't working. Your RA came up to you and suddenly you became sober. I was very proud of you.
Wow I got tittyfucked by the American Dream
At least life still wants to fuck me.
so he'll eat food out of a dumpster but he won't lick your ass?
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