let's bang
You're in my phone as 'Weird Bus Guy' so I think my answer's no.
I need to stop researching the drugs I do on Wikipedia. The parts about abuse and dependency hit too close to home
I don't remember much but I remember it was a unanimous decision that Santa was indeed real and Cait's stripping somehow proved this.
She was surprised when she saw all our living room furniture was made from old kegs. It's like she's never met us before...
aaaaaand im pretty certain i told that boy i just met that "his balls better be out tomorrow"
He told me to put on my big boy pants, then take them off and fuck her before he smacks me with a chair. His pep talks suck.
Think of where it's been though. That Dr. Suess book, "Oh the Places You'll go" was written for his penis.
Someone asked me why we were having sex on the porch last night. All I remember is him saying he wanted the recruits to see. This has got to stop.
I wouldn't be surprised. You and I have basically synced up our brain chemistry by doing drugs together in the same way that two girls would sync their menstrual cycles by sharing a house.
We told her to calm down. She said "I'm Buddha!". Then army crawled to the cooler for more vodka.
Someone just knocked jenga into a plate of cake. I'm licking off each piece one by one.
I've made a single handle of rum last like three weeks and my mom hasn't even acknowledged it.
Just had a flashback of scottish man yellin' at my face. What the fuck I did?
He walked in on me masturbating and on my phone but got mad because I wasn't watching porn just tweeting
As you were falling you yelled out, "save my burrito!" Priorities
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