if you call bong hits and onion rings a party, then yeah
So my earrings and necklace kept jingling and hitting him in the face, and he told me felt like he was fucking a Christmas tree
you should have heard her the other night. no sentence related to one preceding it. it was like she was in etch a sketch and when she moved she forgot everythin
I smelled my fingers after she left and they smelt like sugar cookies. I want that one again.
Well, think of it this way, if this were 200 years ago your father would have received the most goats in all the village for your fertile loins. Think about that.
Somewhere along the night we ended up at a food lion giving jello shots to high school girls.
I find it very uncomfortable that I need to ask you to stop sending me pictures of your stomach
Gold rum. Strong marijuana. Jabba the Hut in stilettos. Deep thigh bruise. Yes, thal all happened. Sorry dude.
People were drinking out of 26ers with straws, and somewhere someone yelled "fill me with dicks!" I'm home.
I was talking about you wanting my dick, but that works too
He kept saying I needed to go to the hospital and it just made me want to call him a pussy so I went to bed
gin. gin. Gin. GIN GIN GINGINFFdJH
Write this down so you can tell me in the morning. "That bartender needs to be in my mouth."
oh you can't commit, don't have any real ambitions, and love to drink PBR? well.... sign me up!
My parents are now taking hits off a joint. Thank you.
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