I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! Live in the flesh!
Someone in a vagina costume on campus.
Laurln. I am dying. I am npt alive. Adderrall is not a real thing. Death is a rwal thing which I understandably
The party got busted because you two got caught having sex on the neighbors trampoline, come on man.
In college, I had one standard. Penis. A lot has changed since then. Now I really only have one standard. Breathing.
Scratch one off the douchebag bucket list. Just saw a guy in a sesame street tshirt and a tap out hat. Didn't get the memo that big bird's trying to get into mma.
Setting up an obstacle course with ladders, hurdles, and a spring board to the pool. you down for drunk races through it later?
You don't understand. This could be the last time I shave a star into my vag. Get over here.
We had a deepthroating contest with breadsticks at Olive Garden
btw telling the cab driver, that took you to your booty call that is now returning your wallet that you left in his cab, that you want to hug him is awkward
So which one of you fuckers changed my backgrounds while I was passed out to me holding a chicken like the statue of liberty?
What's the place called?
I searched "county" on google, but....there's a lot of results
He tried to tell me that that stripper was his aunt..
Nothing to be ashamed of. I bet Oprah has sharted.
You better have a raging boner when I get to your house and it better be worth missing work in the morning.
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