Its a bunch of hippies dancing in front of a stobe light. For ten dollars I could have gone to the strip club and at least had a lap dance
i threw up in a trash can last night at kellys irish times. but in a trash can because i'm a lady
I hope he doesn't find the chex mix when he takes my shirt off.
I'm pretty sure blacking out is a coping mechanism.
so... the fat chick just walked over, shook my hand, then introduced herself as "versatile". shoot me now.
if by "adventure" you actually mean "getting ridiculously high and shaving our legs," then yes.
wow, you never really realize how many muscles you have in your crotch until you pull them all.
I could only remember yelling "rip it down" as he ninja jumped off the bed, kicked the wall, and superman punched the fire alarm off the ceiling.
I've always wondered why you never put the hotel room in your name...
Meant to have fun, ended up giving speech about consent to guy at bar. Feminist side feels happy. Orgasms side feels confused and betrayed.
if the furniture in my bedroom wasn't shape shifting... this would be a different story.
I might have pissed in the corner of someone's shed. They have nice lawn mower.
It's like she fell out of an MTV reality show and no one knows how to send her back
She touched my penis and started laughing. She did the same thing when she blew me.
I feel like my vagina was just in a fistfight.
She was all for the threesome til I showed her a pic of my boyfriend. I think I should re-evaluate my life decisions.
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