Great. There's a birthday party at work today. Now I can stand around and feel uncomfortable for an hour.
there is no way he can be that small
look on the bright side he'll over comepensate
The solution to mudbutt is never ever Clorox wipes. It stings soooooooo bad.
I just realized that i have never seen about 30 percent of my friends sober before
i saw like six of her guido cousins in the jersey shore trailer alone. her family is having a dinner party for the premiere tonight.
The only word I understood in that whole setence was semen.
Even his old football coach jokes about how big it is. I don't want to be alone in a room with him and that monster.
Just once I'd like to throw a party where I don't have to clean up someone else's blood the next morning.
We never did figure out who the stuff on the wall came from, did we?
I no longer see him as a simple set of male genitalia attached to a very sexy body. The title "trophy fuck" seems wrong. Damn.
Dude he was freaking out because he thought he was walking on crates, and he just kept saying help me
I wanna get freshman fucked up and do shady things on the last Friday of my youth.
This conversation has now reached a level of awkward that even a passerby streaking hobo couldn't break.
It wasn't even dirty talking, it was more like the soothing gentle nonsense noises you make when you've spooked a horse.
Took his shirt off. Announced he was Jesus. Threw up. Asked me to cuddle him to sleep. And then tried to kiss me. Typical Saturday night.
My skirt was too short for the church and I brought my flask to the Scrooge play. God bless us, everyone!
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