Whatever it was. it was pregnant.
it can't be normal that my body odor smells like fries
He was sitting cross legged outside his tent repeatedly hitting the ground with a hammer and shouting 'this.is.a.good.idea.'
I was under the impression that I sent actual words. turns out it was a series of letters and question marks on a side note we still had sex
get over here now. the boys are doing shots of everclear, chasing with monster, and some dude jsut walked in with a backpack full of tattoo gear.
You threw a bunch of trashcans into the middle of the street and nothing happened. I fell on one car and suddenly there were cops everywhere...
Hey history final, how's it feel to be raped in the ass by my steel cock of ACADEMIC PERFECTION?
you are way too vulgar to be a girl
i still can't believe we survived that barcrawl. the third bar had bullet holes and we still went in.
Shirtless guy staggering down the sidewalk, puking into a Prada shopping bag. Ahhh, the walk of shame in Boystown.
Drinking and pointing where stuff needs to go is hard stuff.
Also, I've finally come to the point in the relationship when having sex with socks on is ok.
Waffles and pussy, what else is there?
Guess who has two thumbs and broke her boyfriends dick?
Oh you know, we just bobbed for apples in a bucket full of jungle juice. So, a casual Tuesday night.
Lets just say the phase, What a dick, has a whole new meaning at the urinals.
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