My brain says no but my pants say off.
We're going on a mission for new porn. And ice cream.
But I feel like studying my flashcards during a blowjob would be rude...
Someone at all my grapes... if it was you or one of your hoodrat friends I swear to god I'll shit in your shampoo
It was your ex but it was not eighties night, it was pudding wrestling. And either thank you or I'm sorry depending on the state of my pants left on the doorstep
The air was thick with penises
Honestly bro, I can't look at girls you've banged. Its like looking herpes in the face.
He's not messing around tonight. 4 fist pumps.
And I'm stuck at home while my dad's in vegas hanging out with Zach gali... Zach... That guy from the hangover
They came over the loud speaker and said "no laying on the dance floor.." I thought i was dancing, but apparently that's just the way it started out.
Watching a guy masturbate in real time is a lot less theatrical than porn had me to believe.
you got into a really intense arguement about protecting bees. it was wierdly arousing.
I don't care if his family has ties to the mafia, you go over there, ride his dick until it breaks off, put his dick back on, and keep on riding. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Thanks for the support, sis.
Yeah last night got weird fast. No lie, a kid pulled a butt-plug with a tail out of his ass.
I just realized that Margarita Wednesdays are so much better now when followed by No Work Thursdays.
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