when I scratched it gently some sort of watery looking stuff came out...so then I just stopped thinknig about it.
you made cement angels. it was a great sight.
tagging him in all 73 close-ups of your cleavage might have been a little obvious.
im trying to make cookies in the george foreman
they're making a venn diagram comparing gummi bears against gummi worms...is this what i have to sit thru to get free weed????
That still doesn't explain why you thought it was a good idea to paint a cow on my guitar
We have a hundred jello shots. Lines will be crossed.
I'm not saying I'm drunk, but I'm definitely saying my liver has its work cut out for it.
My Instagram consists mostly of drag queens and people who dress up as power rangers... I'm pretty sure I'm an unclassified category of gay
I was so drunk that I passed out before I could do or say anything I'd regret. My low alcohol tolerance is like a guardian angel.
I'll pass on that plan. The lack of my penis in new vaginas is no where on the itinerary.
Marrying her is the worst scenario of any. That includes death and zombies.
This is my last chance to be the first person to fall off this roof.
Sooooooo, maybe just fucked on a motorcycle.
that may or may not have been my penis.
Randomize
