i need gas-x and some way to take back every single thing i did last night.
so i was just informed that i sang that song "pop that pussy ayyy pop that pussy" at the halloween party saturday. iembarrassing.
chatroulette drinking game turned into a foursome.
There are paw prints all over my ceiling.
If i pass out for a while at graduation, please atleast TRY to wake me?
I HAVE A PRESENT FOR YOU AND ITS NOT MY VAGINA
I tried to show my boob for free volcano tacos at taco bell last night. Not boobs. Just boob. The manager wasn't allowing it.
I had fun watching you interact with the world around you. Like a fuckin 8 year old kid who just discovered build a bear but really wants a cigarette.
I just debated creating a mirror system so I could play Batman while in the bathroom. I think I need help.
I already knew that. But I also don't agree with stifling creativity.
I know it I should, but it's kinda nice. It's smells like unbridled enthusiasm and copious amounts of melt your face off sex.
Wall of shame with a backpack full of beer bottles, cowboy hat in hand, and a handlebar mustache. I was applauded by a passing car
ive started thanking my toys after masturbating. might be time to get some fuck boys
So I think I've successful blown my foot off in a way that's going to make you call me an idiot.
MY COWORKER IS ATTRACTIVE AND I DROPPED A SONIC THE HEDGEHOG JOKE IN CONVERSATION I FUCKED UP
my dad just built a flame thrower.. you should probably get here
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