yeah well you didnt even puke from the alcohol. we cut you off and went to huck finn's and told you that the "irish cream" coffee creamers had baileys in it, so you shot down like eight of them and puked all over the floor. it was great. we cheered you on and everything
thank you for a lively/lovely evening :)
should have blown me.
He just left me a message saying he left the rest of the weed for me. Did i just get paid for sex? And if yes did i just get paid in drugs?
I went to class with the sex aroma on me. The hot sun doesn't help much.
we weren't quite sure what was on that mirror, so we snorted it and hoped for the best
Freshmen girls are like potato chips you can't have just one.
I miss the days of selfishly blowing a load in the condom without her knowing and acting all like "we shouldn't do this" so she would get dressed and leave.
Made fish tank punch. It's like trash can punch but in a fish tank. Also, my dad saw a picture I uploaded on Facebook and called me a pussy for only making 10 gallons.
having sex with him is like cage fighting mixed with pilates...the condoms didn't stand a chance...
He puked in the voicemail. That's a true friend right there.
I agree and I would be an awesome dog
your were asleep with people making out on top of you. you didn't even look bothered by it.
Between the deep breathing and nipple piercings , I thought I was in the twilight zone
I just racked up a fucking ginormous hospital bill because I came so hard I had an asthma attack
We blew shit up to. With a cannon.
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