he whispered in my ear that he would be upstairs and i should come up. i stayed downstairs. he came back down and repeated to whisper in my ear. this happened about 5 times until he passed out.
Well that's not true. She had two social skills. She kept them in her bra
maybe all of them together would equal one normal sized dick.
some how when im high sleep beats hunger...its like how paper beats rock it doesnt make any fucking sense but it still happens
just graduated on the spot on the quad where I vommed freshman year. full circle
The last thing i remember is saying breakfast beer and carrying the keg to my room and locking the door.
He called me while he was having sex and asked if I wanted to go get mcdonalds
I get off at the next exit which doesn't have a shoulder, a guy is riding my ass so I cant stop. I think I got as much puke on his car as on mine.
Think of this as an opportunity. Like Jesus just opened up his closet, and inside is an endless supply of huge, beautiful cock.
I'm trying to pinpoint the moment when "don't do anything I wouldn't do" became bad advise.
How do I carry myself in a way that says "I swallow"?
To keep it classy I will take a pregnacy test on Mother's Day
for some reason leaving your socks onmakes it less meaningful.
I took multi-tasking to a new level. I just ate a plate of nachos off my lap while driving to the bar. And I barely got any on me.
I knew it was all downhill from there when the straight vodka I was drinking tasted like water.
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