there needs to be a build-a-bong store...
we found his I.D. in the upstairs bathroom...under a towel in a hidden pile of snacks from her kitchen
I think I'm getting too used to throwing up in the reception trash can. It doesn't even phase me anymore
I heard that clinking noise from behind me and I already knew you were whipping out a Smirnoff in class. Again.
Topless dodge ball cldnt top that
my roommates tied me up with rope and duct tape then left me outside the door to the hot girls' suite on my floor, knocked on the door and ran away leaving me there with a sign that says free
I asked if I could borrow some condoms. She referred to herself as "a soup kitchen for whores".
I knew it was a bad night when the only thing I could remember was you force feeding me tortilla chips as I hugged the tire of my car and begged to have my stomach pumped.
Lets think Pancakes and sausages into existence
I have bad memories with every alcohol but we manage to work through the problems for the good of the relationship
She said she is going to be sex-slave version of Princess Leia for halloween. You think there is any way I could pull off an attractive Jabba suit?
If you sleep with him I will stab you int the uterus with a pitchfork.
Prepare the pitchfork.
It's so weird fucking this kids aunt then going to the gym with him everyday, but my sick minded self loves it.
She's chasing the cat around the house hitting it with a cardboard sword yelling "there can be only one!"
Do u believe in the possibility of big foot?
You high??
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