I wish facebook had a fuck off button.
All I know is it had something to do with a plunger and tuna salad. I'm done. I'm quitting my job.
I just put a tampon in while driving. Don't tell me I don't got skills.
Your remote is drenched in lotion and you expect me to believe you weren't masturbating?!
It reminded me of the time my mother gave my Bailey's in my stocking when I was 14.
Dude. Apparently I just smoked some stuff that's used for Nigerian spirit quests.
We talked him into tasing himself.
I can't even type what I drank. I'll throw up
If after tonight I can still walk on my own, take me to another bar.
I already banned bobbing for apples. While drunk that's just drowning near fruit.
when I went into his room, he was sleeping on his stomach, almost as if to silently say, "you're not touching my dick tonight".
HIS BALLS ARE HEAVEN SENT FROM THE VELVET ANGLES.
I disagree, if your last name is Weiner then the sending of dick pics should be mandatory. I'd give him a pass.
Rain drop, shock top, drinking can't stop stop
I don't know where you went, but if you're anywhere near the liquor, pour me another drink
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