I don't see why you're so upset, it's not like you were wearing pants either.
Every single time I start thinking that we shouldn't have done that to him, I think of his ballsack in our passed out faces. No sympathy.
At second job interview this week. Wearing pants to hide pole dancing bruises. This my life.
You should fuck with them and beat off in the cup and then walk out an be like, "This was a sperm donation right?"
Multiple bruises and a hell of a headache later, I have still to find out where the fuck I picked up the bottom half of a mannequin.
Admittedly shitfaced... I have two questions. 1)why is the fan in my bathroom on? (Sub-text: is there a ghost?). 2) is your underwear really argyle?
We shouldn't eat pizza in the pool
We r drinking tequila out a glass bottle and smoking weed underwater, pizzas the least of our concern
I guess my vagina missed him because it called and left a 5 min. message. Color me impressed
I didnt finish. My brain kept playing the duck tales theme thru the entire blow job
Just realized Ive never seen my f buddy in the daylight. What if he looks different?
and you fell through a lawn chair
I feel like I should have held a press conference. The state of my vagina
Woke up in a house I don't know, with someone else's pants on, and wolverine hair, to my girlfriend yelling on the phone about the 4 girls I made out with last
He's stripped out of his boxers and is dancing and slapping his dick with string cheese...I don't know whether to call for help or take a video.
I dont know. He's too private. After you fuck him find out his secrets.
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