Those balls look pretty dangerous.
Working on an important paper into the wee hours of the morning, and every time I type the word "situation," I can't help but think of effing Jersey Shore. Those guidos are now ruining my academic life.
Apparently I kept telling the bartender that I was going to set the Guinness World Record.
I have fifteen cents in cash and 80 cents in the bank. BUT I have weed.
I legitimately forgot how to blow my nose just now. Sleep might be handy.
The length of my leg hair is a constant reminder of how long it's been since I even thought I had a chance of getting laid.
I thought I could grab a hold of my stream of urine. So she left pretty soon after that.
We fucked on a kid's slide, my vagina is singing praises of being used
You got Broadway Drunk, dude. I haven't heard you sing "Music Of The Night" like that since the last time I was holding you up on the way to the subway at two in the morning.
Let's hurry up so I can puke at home instead of my van
I need to mount that unicorn and turn him into a full blown steed.
I'm very aware of my heart moving the blood in my body.
Maybe snorting K off penises isn't healthy
Then James put his arms through the window and grabbed him, like he was Robocop. A nerdy, portly Robocop.
Who is this?
i came so much i feel like i were to try again, only dust would come out. and maybe glitter
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