I mean, it really isn't YOUR car until you have sex in it.
I just used my 7th grade year book to figure out who I hooked up with last night. Being home is magical.
Just pulled an upper-decker at a hardware store. I believe I'm winning 8-2. It's obvious you don't shit enough in public.
You know whats not fun? Making yourself throw up on a sand dune at 4 in the morning.
All three women i have fucked in the past week are here in the same bar. Gameface, go.
Gonna go for any of them?
Thursday night girl, but friday is watching and tuesday is serving us.
You know what's worse than asking for the morning after pill? Asking for the morning after pill in a sketchy hospital in a foreign country where no one speaks English.
Is "sorry I booted you out mid-fuck last night" a good icebreaker?
Hahahaha who is sleeping in the garage on our beer pong table?
I'm looking at some sugar baby profiles to get some insight on what we're up against.
Romantically speaking, I want to sit on his face.
I also woke up in a guys bed in a Reptar shirt yesterday morning staring at a movie theater sized poster of the not as popular Air Bud franchise movie Super Buddies.
As for the other mouse...I don't have any mouse traps so I put a Jell-O shot on the ground. Party hard little dude.
So woke up naked and found my clothes from last night in my kitchen with a half eaten quesadilla
I'm not 100 percent on this, but I think I just shit a lump of cement. What the fuck happened last night?
It's a classy one I promise! Their toilets are cushioned an tier wifi is named hummingbird
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