East Village: Only place you can play pac man while eating a pineapple hotdog, go to the bar next door and see a graphic blowjob on every tv
she farted while i was going down on her. not doing that again
after everytime she pucked, she insisted on us all giving her high fives
shes on the floor puking and texting simultaneously.
seriously who else gets carried home puking from a fucking mary kay party?
I feel like tequila heightens the sense of my nipples.
so now that i'm sober i just want to apologize for violating your back seat...... on a brighter note thank you for playing the little mermaid song "kiss the girl," really set the mood.
There is a literally infinite number of spliffs going around this table.
Delicious
I feel like I'm at a sushi bar with a spliff belt.
It's isn't revenge sex until you've cum on her porcelain doll collection.
I'm at a bar. It's body paint Wednesday. All of the waitresses are topless. Help me
i formally give you permission to eat me when i pass out
I seriously want to say to him "Do you know how many blow jobs you could have gotten this summer?"
This is like a walk of shame down memory lane.
You know, you could always move. Lol somewhere without gators, water moccasins, and Marco Rubio.
Things could not have gone more poorly if I had stripped naked and run through the Sahara with sirloins tied to my vagina.
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