Where is the hickey?
So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
It would be been irresponsible not to make cleaning the apartment into a drinking game
We got the possum out of our house. We built a maze with our empty kegs and chased it with brooms.
yeah the little voice in my head screaming YOU NEED TO GET LAID eventually grew legs and started kicking me so to avoid brain damage i had to fuck him
Ok in all seriousness. Alcohol intake is now restricted for me. I found handcuffs in my trunk.
Can't a white girl just get drunk on a Sunday night and eat rice crispy treats. SHIT
The guy next to me just said he wont play beer pong on principle. Im scared.
Just got stuck in an elevator on campus with a ton of British guys. My pants almost pulled themselves down.
Now that mom and dad sold the camper, do you think it's okay to talk about all the sex I had in it?
OMG I COULD FUCK HIM FOR POT, THIS CHANGES THE WHOLE GAME.
Other than unclothed paranormal encounters, how has your day been
He wants to buy me a wedding ring and pretend to be married to someone else when we fuck. It actually makes me wet thinking about it.
If only he'd realize the fondness I have for his genitals.
Wanna get business drunk and go play golf?
Randomize
