The sweet smell of jungle juice and bad decisions is calling our name.
I've been living off of popsicles and broth.
Ive only seen a dude masterbate on a train twice, once on the Jtrain and once on the Ftrain... trust me you never wanna see where the subway turns around.
I threw up sweet potatoes. Worst thing to throw up ever. They came back mashed.
you were wearing a pair of wings and handing out McDonalds apple pies, if anyone refers to you as the "Rave Fairy" you now know why.
THIS EXPLAINS SO MUCH.
Of dear god, I've been waiting to have rug burn like this since I got bored of my vibrator 2 months ago
She was wearing some slutty variation of a toga and giving the entire bus a pep talk on why we should black out tonight...I'M IN LOVE AND I DON'T CARE WHO KNOWS IT!
Wake your sexy ass up. It's donut time.
HIS BALLS ARE HEAVEN SENT FROM THE VELVET ANGLES.
After an hour of searching for my pants, we had three people looking. They were finally found in the oven.
I'm ordering dildos in a santa hat. You?
When you didn't respond I figured you must be busy so I'm home in my pj's 2 beers in and stoned from weed I got from my gaybours. They also gave me cake. I'm not moving from this recliner.
On another note I never thought having a drug addicted stalker would prove useful
I do not recommend playing football on LSD like at all
Imagine we only get one cock for the rest of your life. I’d pick his dick. That good!
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