I just read the lonely terrorist on nwa had 40 more friends than me on facebook
I walked downstairs and he was standing in nothing but his boxers with his dick hanging out warming up eggs in the microwave.
One minute we were getting noise complainted by the security guards the next I was shotgunning a beer with them
They set the pop up pool in the basement-running filter and all. Drunk swimming. Come now.
I'm confused are we getting high or did someone actually die?
we should look into getting a golf cart for the weekend. i have a feeling legs wont be a sufficient source of transportation.
i feel like my tongue has its own mouth, and that mouth just bit its tongue and is clenching its teeth.
Is this helping you get pumped up or am I going to have to send you more dick pics?
Ps I got my nipple pierced. You're just gonna have to accept me for the tool I am and I don't wanna hear any shenanigans.
You're the common denominator of my blackouts.
His last name was woodcox? That just screams I've got a great penis
As I was puking, these 2 guys started peeing next to me chanting me on
He added me on LinkedIn while I was baking weed brownies in the boxers he left here... Is this adulthood?
Got so drunk last night I kinda sent a super on point sext to his kid sister...say a prayer man
Orgasms and cereal.... that's what life's about.
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