google image searching george stephanopoulos at 1 AM on a saturday night...once again
I don't know. The next thing I remember we were in the walmart parking lot making out.
we played lady & the tramp with a hash brown from McDonald's....im in love.
He had a huge mole on his dick. Genetics has cockblocked him for life.
I was thinking Sara Jessica Parker was hot. That high.
he knocked over the vodka and juice...picks up the cup and says "yes", takes the last sip...doesnt even worry about the mess all over the floor and we continue having sex.
I refuse to have another spring break doomed by pregnancy.
He was president of his frat and had a clap on disco ball in his room... or course I slept with him
Im laying on the couch wishing someone was here to pour wine in my mouth. I need an alcohol IV
I have vodka and a slip n slide so of you could come over that would be great
I feel like if you're funneling natty lights on a Wednesday at 2:30pm at the apartment complex pool during finals week, you probably don't have your priorities straight.
The paramedics were not my fault this time.
He just texted me saying "you've got a face that suggests you give really good head". Is this a compliment? Do I say thanks?
All our friends are getting married, and I'm the dateless guy bringing molly to their weddings.
So this morning when I woke up. I found my refrigerator open and no more food. It was empty, I'm home alone for the week. Where in hell did that food go?
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