That's the last time we joust in Radio Flyer wagons after margarita night.
dude there is absolutely no room for a slide in our room
the room spins SO much faster in panama
Wait wait wait. I remember riding in her car to the next bar. On your lap. With my head on the dashboard. That probably should have been my cut off point.
at least if we puke, we will be surrounded by beautiful, non-judgemental trees.
So my birthday was awesome. Only remember 45 min of it but I woke up with a girl on the couch and a half bowl of ground beef
Last I saw him was around 10 this morning. He was passed out on the porch with his head under the barbeque cover and there were cups of orange juice around him as well as loose tobacco spread everywhere. Good luck getting a hold of him.
You were force feeding yourself jello and you kept repeating, "I will not surrender"
It's like a squid of pain has attached to my head and it spreading it's whorey tentacles all over.
My liver just had a heart attack.
I'm going to fuck every single member of the men's olympic swimming team and no one is going to stop me
Your first mistake was not throwing your beer at the RA and running
do you ever wish you could like, jerk your heart off and be, like, emotionally satisfied? it'd feel like cuddling.
When you make me feel sane and well-adjusted, it is time to reevaluate your night out habits. Just sayin'.
Never going back to jail again. Only time in my life I've ever had a wet dream about jerking it...
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