What do you say about some mid-afternoon anal?
Those motion detector trash cans don't work fast enough to catch puke.
I can't. I can't get out. He cooked me food. And made me jager bombs. And painted a glow in the dark smilie face on my boobs
I think you'll appreciae more than anyone that I'm renting my parking spot out for a half gallon of vodka a month.
And the funny thing is when I went to the kitchen this morning, all 4 pizzas were still there in their boxes, untouched. My question to you is: what were we eating last night?
Someday, but I will be heavily drugged and there will be no dolphins.
do you remember in the middle of fleeing from the cops you stopped in the middle of the road to make out with quail man?
If this were a real emergency kilted men wielding claymores and riding giant badgers would hve rescued said Guinness. So clearly this is just a hypothetical
Packing a mid day bowl in the Sonic parking lot. Have I gone too stoner?
As a plus, I've lost 5 pounds in two days, so "party all weekend" is officially a valid diet plan.
Ive decided to see your threat against my life as you flirting
"Are we not going to talk about how you got so drunk that you swallowed someone's pet gold fish, whole?"
I still can't believe a guy pooped in my backyard
I think I broke my toilet with my head. There are ceramic pieces everywhere. and I might still be drunk.
FINE I guess I'll just drink regular coke like a PLEBIAN.
Randomize
