I don't believe in a God but I'm almost positive I just shit out the devil.
We all just poured out a sip of our drinks for you. One for our pussy whipped homie.
just as he was about to cum he started shouting "I THINK I CAN! I THINK I CAN!" over and over again.
Oh god. There is a bite mark in the bar of soap. Please tell me I was not that wasted.
Changed my mind. Wearing a dress. Casual, with a side of breasts.
Just saw a porn entitled "Nad Biter". Redheads are now forever out of the picture.
Woke up laying in the kitchen floor with a cup in one hand and the beer tap in the other. Guess I just needed that one last beer.
Seriously, in what other class can the final major discussion be what bar you're going to with your prof?
Also, upon examining the photos, I have concluded that you were the sloppiest drunk girl of the night. And that's saying something considering Hurricane Jessica was in town.
You've never sent a girl a dick pic?
Call me old fashioned
nm just hungover. watching movies and roasting marshmallows in bed, over a candle to avoid life
I think he has some internal "man stuff" that keeps getting in the way.
Like alcoholism and general douchbagary.
True fear is being unable to remember where you hid your weed and vibrator in your parent's house.
I don't know what happened last night. But I just woke up in the high school boiler room
So hypothetically speaking.. say someone dropped their birth control pill in a hot bowl of soup, and it possibly disintegrated.. would it be just as useful?
Randomize
