what ever happened to devon sawa?
fuck...who knows?
i'm really worried about him.
since we're both too lazy to go to each others house, you drink there, i'll drink here and we'll skype. it's the same thing.
I don't understand how anyone could look at him and think, 'Yeah, that's a good idea.'
I'm going to get so drunk tonight, I actually feel bad about the 30 seconds of drunken awkward sex I'm going to have with one lucky fat chick.
porn star boner night. come get it.
There is an empty space on my boobs where glow paint should be.
Now I can say "look me up on Pornhub."
I feel like he better crank it up to level RG IV tomorrow. It's the fucking playoffs.
They tried to dine n dash at dennys and the waiter jumped on their car and broke their windshield
My gut feeling that we had reached a new level of intimacy last night was confirmed early this morning when you sleep farted on penis.
He showed up to a baby shower and kept telling everyone he was late because he was pregaming. And then tried honking the pregnant girls tits
I give up. I can't handle that class sober any longer. I have an army of whiskey shooters for the next three weeks. Wish me luck.
I'm sure you're still partially crippled from thar blow job on Saturday, so I understand it's probably difficult to text.
Nothing kills the mood quicker than kneeing him in the face during sex
So, just how hungover are you?
Not at all, surprisingly.
That has to be your X-Men power.
Randomize
