dude chill. it wont be anything like your seventh grade birthday party.
she bought me drinks at the bar, made me pizza at her place, gave me head, and then drove me home...i think i might propose
I made a game called come to class high and eat nachos.
I woke up at 6 on his trampoline wearing only a parka.
Im going to buy a thermometer. If its above 104 im going to the hospital if its under 104 im going to the bar
hold on, were in the kitchen painting a yellow brick road to my vagina on my leg with black light paint.
There needs to be a crayon color for how blue my balls are
its amazing there are so many photos of me and him separately, since most of that party time was spent sneaking away to fuck upstairs...
The worst thing about him living around the corner is that who ever suggests the booty call is the one that walks over.
I'm going to smoke the pathetic stems and miscellaneous particles that weren't good enough for all my other bowls because its all I have left. This is my bag's Rudy moment.
So maybe I got drunk and hooked up with him in a hot tub? I mean that's nothing to be ashamed of, that kind of takes talent. I'd drown.
just in the smoking shack with my sister cheering on a caterpillar make its cocoon
We celebrated our relationship by shotgunning beers on his lawn in our underwear. I may have to marry this man...
Next time I will hook the Xbox before I get high I spent 30minuts thinking I was playing the Simpsons game when it was in reality a tv episode
Dude, I'm telling you, date younger. He brought pizza, made me squirt twice, and then left to immediately go to brunch with his mom.
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