we have officially lost it.
WORST DINGLEBERRY EVER
His apartment number was 69. I had to.
The last thing i remember is saying breakfast beer and carrying the keg to my room and locking the door.
stuck in traffic next to occupy boston. smells like patchouli and unshaven pubes
The Vegas crew is in two groups, Team Vodka and Team Fireball. There is no winner in this.
That kid who fell through your coffee table is here. In a toga.
In other more interesting news I'm going to arrange a surprise orgy. You in?
He took the Gold in Olympic clit licking last night. Canada should be proud.
It was super embarrassing when I had to tell my brother, in front of my mother, that my wifi password was Drinkupbitches. Thanks for providing that lovely family moment.
This guy is like Don Jon! Im over here this weekend and at least four times I've heard porn on his phone thru the bathroom door.
Can you not touch my dick while I'm holding a gecko?
If my birthday doesn't end with my panties hanging from a ceiling fan, I'm holding you responsible.
Text me if something catches fire and I will put pants on
He told me I smelled like peanut butter, pepperoni, and pure unbrieldled passion.
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