I dont need to watch it. And stop comparing your life to Entourage.
its official now. im not pissing on secret service cars with a senators inside anymore.
Don't tits with veins remind you of road maps?
bubblegum was invented today. we're getting drunk. end of story.
I'm functioning at the level of a challenged walrus.
running the faucet water is not hiding the sound of you vomiting. fyi.
I want to throw pennies on her stage, or just ripping up a dollor bill and throw them one at a time.
His ass WILL be my cock's next vacation home.
I wish I had a dick so I could say shit like that.
I was thinking that, but I'm not sure the proper etiquette on asking about someone's nipple rings. Even if you did see them and compliment them once.
This guy is trying to get me to do some acrobatic gymnast shit just so he can see "my tight hole." I'm too big to be sweating in my own damn bed. Shittttt.
I can't tell if I'm still on the hangover from last night, or if I'm experiencing the one from tomorrow, because it was so powerful that it actually traveled back through time...
the people next to us at the red light cheered for you while you puked out the window...
Yeah, he threw a chair and hit her in the side of the head. She started hysterically crying and then proceeded to continue kicking our ass at beerpong. The girls got talent.
I fucking hate them. They came over and sat on me and made out. On top of me. Who the fuck does that?
well it was naive of you to actually think you're the only bday sex he had lined up for him today. I'm just suprised he actually had a line forming outside of his room
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