508, what difference does it make? You were alone, anyway.
Is it weird that I have contacts who i've classified as DO NOT ANSWER?
Lol no its called college
We were in the backseat and he was giggling uncontrolably. It felt like I was giving head to a 10 year old girl.
She talked about nothing but beanie babies for 45 minutes. I'm never getting high with her again.
The tornado sirens were going off and everyone just ran to the liquor store. .
That little tingle vodka gives me in my esphagus is what lets me know I'm still alive.
Multiple bruises and a hell of a headache later, I have still to find out where the fuck I picked up the bottom half of a mannequin.
She's cute. And her snoring noises remind me of the incidental music from Jaws.
You looked at me, said I was a nice guy. Then you drunkenly climbed on top of me and said you liked me and wanted me.
you said, 'he held out his hand, that means we don't have to pay' about the taxi driver, and then asked the doorman what happened to your pants...
If you don't fuck me hard, rough, and senseless the minute we're alone in your room, I'm returning you to the boyfriend store
I just remember lots of butts and something about ranch dressing.
There has been a song made about you fucking his roommate.
It's destiny.
don't worry, i'm not mad. i'm just angry. and furious. and about to set your ass on fire.
The weekend was a blur. There was vodka and penises and orgasms. I played a game of Cock Roulette and won big
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