I don't want to talk. I just want to motorboat those tits
Rain ponchos don't count as shirts at the bar. FYI.
we traced the origins of this shit fest of a relationship back to a single instance of road head. then we did a reinacment
And after getting thrown out of the frat house, getting carried up the hill for a half an hour, puking 5 times, and almost getting stopped by campus security, she still insisted he sleep with her. Gotta give her credit, even blacked she kept her eyes on the prize
It's 4/20. I'm not too worried about "healthy"
WE SHOULD MAKE A WORKOUT ROUTINE CALLED BARCARDIO
Ordained minister or not I hereby renounce all moral responsibility for any and all related occurrences
He spelled Steven with "ph", needless to say my nose was almost bleeding from the amount of axe he was wearing.
it was good, but also weird. like, i came four times and then cried weird.
I am on my usual post-jerkoff high of eternal happiness. Like I could punch a fucking tiger.
You ever feel like just rubbing your face in everything like a dog?
I'm now at a gay bar with our relatives
Just saw the pics from the bachelor party. When the hell did we go to southie. And why was there a chicken in the limo..? You guys really are my best friends.
I love you. You know I enjoy the constant sex noises
I discovered moonshine and fell in love.
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