you said the mailboxes were turning into babies and they started crawling away. then you cried and asked me how you were gonna get your college acceptance letters
i might have gotten away with it if "don't tase me bro!" wasn't the first thing i said when i rolled down my window.
No, that was before the police came, but after the hooker.
he wanted to have sex on the little rocking chair but i was too high to figure out how to do that so we did it on the floor.
The only reason anyone found out he threw up is because everyone heard it sizzle the bonfire out.
Even his old football coach jokes about how big it is. I don't want to be alone in a room with him and that monster.
Security said no more parties of this kind. To me that translates to Theme party this weekend.
We crashed a rave, threw glitter all over Gay Dan and the bartender, broke a chandelier and called ourselves the Kings of Neon.
No we are not "bros" because I came out of my moms vagina& you went in there.
I wouldn't even cut tickets or put ppl in jail I'd just hand out punches to the mouth and Liam Neeson throat chops
We can talk about your dick in my throat after a decision is made, this is my hair we're talking about. .. shit's important.
The guy who was interviewing me asked if I had coke on my pants. You win this time Las Vegas
Went as "Party on, Wayne." And left as, "Partied out Wayne in a foot boot with new medical bills." Fuck Halloween...and vodka.
It's a draw. You need to settle it in Smash, Soul Calibur, and/or rock-paper-scissors, the last of which Steve claims is bullshit.
Sextember may be over, but Cocktober is just beginning!!!
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