its summer. and we all know college gfs do not count in summer.
college gfs dont count ever. theyre like getting corn rows in jamaica. you feel cool at the time. then you go home and people make fun of you.
If the first sentence isn't something about weed or the nature of choclate I'm skipping class.
Today was the day I stopped kidding myself and started buying the handle of vodka.
I'm currently making some changes in my life. If you don't hear from me anymore, then you're probably one of them. Or I'm dead.
He was showing him the picture of the 40 year old woman he made out with in Florida, turns out Chris made out with the same woman.
Go her
I let that bitch know in no uncertain terms I was taking the coke dealer in the breakup
I asked the cop if I could see his dick- It's not like he could arrest me twice.
I resisted the urge to announce that it looks like a big crystal butt plug
well you don't shave your pubes into a handlebar mustache and keep the party to yourself
He sent me a selfie with his cat. He has found a way to my heart. And pants.
i was asked to be gay of honor by three different girls and NONE of the groomsmen at any of the weddings is open to experimenting. i mean whats the point then.
Im sorry you'll never get the feeling of closeness when you go to pee outside and you realize you're peeing right where someone else just peed
She doesn't even give a fuck about angle. I seriously gotta start doing like penis yoga or something.
I picked up a towel, and butt beads fell out of it.
Oh yeah... Surprise!
And by "sexually intimate," you mean fuck buddies?
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