they have a walk of shame score keeper on their fridge. I marked my tally for him on my way out..
My cousin had a baby so we have to look at it. Apparently the event is byob
you are getting stockholm syndrome from your pubes
you were just eating all his cookies and kept mumbling "them crumblies" when the crumbs got on your shirt.
In all fairness I did warn the guy I just spray tanned before we had sex so I hold no responsibility for the bronzer all over his sheets
You walked away saying that you had to pee and you never came back. We found you an hour later in his roommate's bed. Under the covers. Still in your wet bathing suit.
I walked out of the store holding my face and a lady pulled her daughter away from me as I then threwup in the parking lot
I take it that, because we are not guzzling a box of franzia, everything went alright?
The whole time we were fucking I kept thinking, "My dad would love this cologne. I'll have to ask him where he got it." the highlight of the night is that I figured out my dad's birthday gift.
I pulled you and a keg around in a wagon for like five hours and apparently everyone else remembers it but us.
I just want him to get into an accident where he's horribly disfigured but otherwise fine so he's not so freaking handsome
congratulations on joining the accidental bisexual club
It was great. We stayed up all night talking about objects he'd put in his theoretical vagina.
You have ten minutes starting with this message to get here. Or I'm putting my clothes back on.
I hate when he takes the condom off to cum all over me. It defeats the purpose.
It’s like having a barf bag and choosing to puke in your own lap.
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