Na, biste mad?
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21 Jan 2012, 08:37
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you fags back form teh party, party hard lots of fucking cocaine, i can't sniff it nomore my nose is like 1shot1kill so yeah, fucked 3 bitches this night felt good, after that wen't with my homeboys to bar and partied there and then called taxi and went home
so basically:
2g of cocaine(only on me)
SHITLOADS of alcohol (fucking jack daniels russkiy standart jim fucking beam tequilas and shit goes on and on)
3 bitches today (well not that much, compared to successful weekends, but hey, 3 better than nothing)
how was your friday?
nerd much?
so basically:
2g of cocaine(only on me)
SHITLOADS of alcohol (fucking jack daniels russkiy standart jim fucking beam tequilas and shit goes on and on)
3 bitches today (well not that much, compared to successful weekends, but hey, 3 better than nothing)
how was your friday?
nerd much?
"fucked 3 bitches "
....master of boner?
when we woke up the next morning,
Followed the clues to our steps, we travelled to a hospital where we discovered we were drugged with rohypnol, causing our memory loss, and that we came to the hospital from a chapel. At the chapel we learned that
they told that our car has been impounded, we were released when we volunteer to be targets for a taser demonstration.
we did that and got our car back while driving, we discovered a naked man in the trunk who attacks us and flees.
when we returned to the villa, we found Mike Tyson, who orders us to return the tiger to his mansion immediately.
With the wedding of
good times, good times