you got in your car and made the sounds of a NASCAR, then called me on your phone and I was your pit crew. then you apparently you won the race, and THAT'S when you tried to backflip off the top of your car.
Getting high on the stoop of a brownstone in the middle oh harlem. Doesn't get much more hey arnold than this.
Let's face it. We both have sexy parts. Why not have them touch?!
just to let you know, its not cheating if i cant feel my hands.
It is official. It's the year of doin married chicks. Similar to the year of virgins but without all the baggage.
It was pretty bad. Like cum-on-my-face-while-singing-Let-It-Snow bad.
Hi, this is a test of the morning after apology broadcast system. If you're receiving this pre-recorded message there is a high probability I was a dickwad to you in the past 24 hours. You have my utmost and sincere apologies. Also if you have my wallet, house key, left converse, or lighter, give them/it back
The sad thing is; I'm getting used to walking around feeling like I could hurl at any minute.
Good news. That bum you thought that died is alive.
it's just weird to think of you as a teacher since ive seen you throw up raspberry bacardi in my parents house
I think you just miss his friendship.
I think it's his ability to give me multiple orgasms.
There are two guys here arguing over Pearl jam and Nirvana. 1991 wants its argument back.
We were driving past a farm when he screamed at me to stop the car, then he jumped out and tried to ride a cow.
he tied his pants around my leg to stop the bleeding... i think he just wanted a good excuse to take his pants off
well did it work?
it was a success in both ways.
at the time fanning him with a dish tray seemed like a good idea but when we found it buried in the dirt the next morning i questioned our judgement. needless to say he still threw up even with the extra breeze.
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