Hey, go out with us like you promised. You're younger than us and should be able to handle your coke problem with grace.
I can tuck mytits in my pants
go do what you do best...puke behind churches
I think someone spiked my drink last night. .. Like all 20 of them.
My dream in life is to scissor with Ellen. I don't care if I've got a dick. I'll make it work.
so we'll all just be running around naked, basically. and high.
Yeah but if I do that, I'd have to buy my own stomach pump for the house. That doesn't seem like a great thing to have sitting on the coffee table.
Repeat the weekend mantra. "I like boys with teeth, I need boys with teeth, I deserve boys with teeth, I will have boys with teeth".
I finally looked at the pictures from last night thanks for feeding me and pulling my pants up
All you need to do now is invest in a Speedo and start going door to door.
At least now when I say "never again" the likelihood is that it won't actually happen again the next weekend...that my friend is called growth
her wearing orange crocs at the bar was definitely a great form of contraception
it's ok my mom asked me why i had a guys shirt on and also why there was chocolate all over my bra
I'm gonna hop on that dick and ride it into the sunset
I have post one night stand depression
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