We bow to you, King of Shame.
Don't worry, he emerged a butterfly.
I passed out on East Fourth street last night.
Excuse me officer, can I borrow your tazer gun?
"We're in a prank war with some girls from our hall, and this was our last prank. We took all of their clothes, mixed them together, and saran wrapped them to the pool table in the lobby."
How to keep your friend's car fresh overnight.
I'm all in. Literally.
"Over a half-mile of Saran Wrap."

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