Let's play a little game called "Chill the Fuck Out" - you're our first contestant
My Dad named our wireless network after my dead grandma. I refuse to look up porn on my dead grandma...
his cum tasted like old pizza and looked like old milk
I'm to the point in my high that every song eventually turns into Lady Gaga
she is like cheap alcohol. you can only get so buzzed before you get sick.
so i never found you. but i found vodka. so its kinda the same
dude, apparently i tried to force feed my grandma bananas last night.
The worst thing about it is now I have to find someone else to fuck in the library.
Can't tell if its the LSD or if that demon man just stared at my penis. Cleveland is a weird place. All true stories.
i ended up making out with my new neighbor in a stranger's car that we found unlocked on a driveway somewhere. apparently drunk self never say "no" to adventure.
A guy just picked up ur brother and carfied him away singing and im slight concern
I do remember that in my dream I wasn't impressed with his dick.
I'm pretty sure I just came a kidney stone..
True fear is being unable to remember where you hid your weed and vibrator in your parent's house.
He was gone when I woke up. But he left skid marks on my sheets and our unopened bottle of Titos is missing
New Rule: No more sleepovers with guys we met on Reddit
Randomize
