the pool opens at 11. by 1115 the ambulance had been called.
"women exchanges sex for chips" on msnbc
damn even the hoes are getting hit by this economy
No jewlry, no bra, and no pen. I couldnt be more prepared for a friday morning class.
she would only give me a road handjob because she didnt want to unbuckle
safety first
just woke up in my neighbors garage.
scratch that. I'm like 6 miles from my house in a random garage.
look for us when you get to the club. we're the guys wearing snorkels.
Her only article of clothing is an American Flag
Stop thinking your God dude. You passed out. God doesn't pass out...
I think I collapsed a disk in my spine when I drunkenly lifted that fat girl on my shoulders to chicken fight at the pool.
...I can smell the alcohol on your breath through that text
I'm sure you're still partially crippled from thar blow job on Saturday, so I understand it's probably difficult to text.
I got back and Katie was asleep holding a burrito. I woke her up and she ate it and passed back out.
So here's a brief summary of my weekend: last night I drank four glasses of Death Punch, grabbed the toaster, said "This is mine", put it in my pants and walked out the front door.
YOU UNCULTURED BADGER
Don't drink and try to take a shower. I thought I was drowning
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