I mean, he's dancing back and forth between pathetically sad and massively fucking creepy.
So J keeps drinking his last bit of drink, then spitting it out and drinks it again. Savor the flavor?
please explain to me why there is a shopping cart in my living room.
Turns out Woolite can get the cum stains out of her moms couch.
He just came into the room wearing nothing but a Speed Racer helmet. I think he just invented a fetish.
Dude between pissing everywhere and all of those frogs, that bathroom got wrecked.
He's upstairs shouting 'FUCK OFF I'M IN MY MOTHERFUCKING ZEN ZONE' out of the window.
She's cute, but batshit. Like some kind of dominatrix disney princess.
All I remember is a very aggressive two-stepper who inadvertently made me give myself a black eye with my own beer
I saw him and didn't have sex with him. Responsibility five!
I'm still laying in bed cuz I don't feel like adulting yet
I got a snap of someone jumping off a light pole. Was that you? Please confirm or deny. #onWisconsin
The man built me a fort. Of course he got laid.
You are, as of last night, the self declared king of pooping. Long may you reign.
I can’t believe the first text I’m sending you from this phone was about how I just got fingered in a smart car on tin can hill
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