i asked him how he could stand the smell of skunk. his answer was "it smells like good weed"...
my way of studying for our final tomorrow: registering online to retake the class in the fall
I'm glad we have the kind of friendship where if either of us is too drunk to fuck a hot guy, we pass the responsibility to each other and get the job done.
I just re read that. We really need to get our lives together.
and then he tried plucking my nose hairs. lines were crossed.
The bartender cut me off so I peed in the corner. How no one noticed I have no idea.
So the night ended when we tried making fireworks out of gunpowder and oregano. You can figure out how that went.
Neat. I'm thinking about growing a handlebar muffstache. What are your thoughts on this?
I mean, that's eating your cake and fucking it too.
It's fine. I wouldn't trust either of them to be my workplace drug buddy.
I'm trying to get WebMD to diagnose me with a hangover
We set around a table in a hotel room and he spoon fed Molly to everyone there... I felt sketch for sec but then... Oh well.
why do guys have to express their feelings when they know your seeing someone else ? I fucked him anyways to make him feel better , and to know what he's missing.
I'll start working on my manners when you stop using please and thank you in the bedroom.
It goes to show, Sane person, daddy doms, little girls, all of us may seem different but deep inside we all grow wisdom teeth
Why do so many fanfic writers want to see hockey players get pregnant?
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