There was a fist fight in my basement last night at four in the morning, in case you were wondering
There's something fitting about a hot in-car interracial makeout to the tune of 'healing the world.' RIP Mike.
there were no ball for pong so he bought cat toys..... they had bells in them
Sad news: I might have to institute a "once-per-day" policy on getting trashed downtown. Sorry, reputation.
apparently i was cut off before i even walked in
I really wanna know when trying to grow up turned into try not to throw up.
dude Steve you don't even know. its just been one hairy asshole after another.
I know it I should, but it's kinda nice. It's smells like unbridled enthusiasm and copious amounts of melt your face off sex.
I spent ten minutes questioning her on what kind of cup she wanted... Then I asked what kind of water she wanted..
WOAH TOO HIGH
It's a "nonproductive" (vocab word) cough. It's like a constant tickle in my throat, like there's a little elf with feathers for feet going Gangnam style on my "uvula" (vocab word).
I went eBay shopping last night. Turns out I brought a Viking drinking horn. I can't even be mad.
We played Rock Paper Scissors to see who would have to go down on the other person.
Sunday mornings are confusing. Like. I can't decide if I want to go for a run or start drinking
just passed the gas station where we took pregnancy tests. memories.
why isn't there a kind of gay where i let guys give me head but they don't expect me to give it back? i could be that kind of gay
He was that good?
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