i didnt like the question options for my yahoo account..so i made up the question and it was "favorite bathroom to shit in"
At least he could have found a MILF, she's a dbl bagger. No wonder he goes to counseling.
Yeah..you can't spell Prozac without Zac(h).
I made this pact with my vagina, though. No more heartless fuckery.
Our neighbors just passed us a blunt from their deck, and are hooking us up.
I just baked them cookies. We're friends now.
Things I just found under my covers: protein bar, string cheese, vibrator.
My catholic guilt is strong, but the alcohol is stronger.
Getting sick, pulled the filter off a camel crush and rolled it into my joint to clear my sinuses. If there were stoner awards, I'd receive one.
I'm getting shit face wasted, and I have to be up so early tomorrow. I am bad at smart.
im actually trying to see how many sex dolls we need for our raft so we can stay buoyant while we attack kayakers
We left his house because I forgot how to drink water, I was just holding it in my mouth and then spitting it out, needless to say I don't remember the sex.
I wasn't a groupie because I didn't carry his guitar home
Totally just made a post sex emergency cupcake run. My life is awesome.
Nah, I was done when the Big Pun lookalike began to sob and tell me I looked like his ex...
I accepted my type is not "conventionally attractive" when she asked me "Him? Are you sure?" 5 times in front of him last night
I'm fucked-out. That state of being high between fucked up and passed out.
Randomize
