I remember going home with 2 girls. Woke up with 4.
There are traffic cones in the living room. One of them is yours.
What can i say im a girl who smells like weiners.
I just put anything in between my legs and hope for the best.
then we talked for a little and he asked my last name which since I have yet to get a fb request I'm 95% sure its for a restraining order
he was cradling you in his arms feeding you rum straight from the bottle and you kept sucking his fingers.
I've fucked 6 of my brothers' friends. I'm completely fine with him fucking the girl we ate lunch with.
Just specific performance'd my way into her pants. I literally said specific performance and that shit worked. Thanks B. Law!
Tequila, beer, rum, gin, and vodka all mixed in my body last night. The whole "never turn down free booze" is catching up to me. Hungover = understatement of the year.
I'm taking a dab in mourning of how long its been since I smoked with you guys.
if you come you're not allowed to wear pants. if you arrive wearing pants you won't be wearing them long.
Did this whole conversation happen while you were shitting?
So I think my neighbor's name is Olli if I'm hearing the girl the girl he's fucking clearly
On cleanup... i've counted 94 solo cups so far.. oh, and i found a miniature top hat in the microwave
I mean she's doing calculus in her head to prove how NOT drunk she is.
Randomize
