Thank God they found balloon boy, I was afraid that Michael Jackson was ordering take out from heaven.
he came on my stomach and it was 1000 degrees in his car. i smelled awesome.
Snorting lines of xanex off the back of my grandparents toilet before church. Thinking of u.
Making cookies for neighbors. Spill beer all over dough. Bake anyways. From good neighbors back to the shitty college kids next door in under 3 seconds.
There is blood on my sheets, we apparently used 8 towels, everything in my shower is knocked down. Wut?
Prob because you've thrown up alot. As long as its not like pure blood you're fine. Drink water.
mom had to come pick me up from the hotel. I crawled to her car. She told me the entire way home if I puked in it I was going to lick it up. Like high school all over again...
Bianca brought a stripper home he's making me breakfast
Sex with you deserves a trophy and a day of remembrance in honor of it.
Her son walked in on us and asked if he could "wrestle too."
But I am still fully ok with my life choices as long as the consequences aren't onesies and pacifiers
She is still out of it but keeps saying ur name she said to tell u dinosaurs aren't real but biscuit with a z made bad choices
dude. i woke up on a random lawn wearing only my boxers, with all my clothes hung in the branches of a nearby tree... no more shrooms
I had to remind him last night as he had his arm around me, "We hook up, we don't cuddle!"
Now I know Sunday Funday means fucking till you loose your voice.
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