Afterall, it is the real San Francisco treat
we ike ciroccccc we love patroneeeee shost shothosthsothosthostsssss veryboyddddyyyy
go home
I think I am the only girl in the world who would be proud of these scars from rug burn.
Because it is about to snow, I sent him for Diet Coke and cigarettes. It's the gay version of milk and bread.
He was very impressed that you could put your hair in a ponytail by yourself while throwing up.
I'm not sure if it was sex or spear fishing. He goes in for it like he's crash landing a rocket
Never again. I promise. My old gay body can't handle that much adrenaline twice.
Well at least it wasn't the first time I threw up out of a second story window
I'm tired and starving, and I'm pretty sure I just cost the company 33,000 dollars...fuck you and you're "you'll love going to work high" nonsense.
And apparently i asked another younger guy at the bar if he wanted his bud light pumped straight into his vag. As i put back an irish car bomb...
Karaoke machines out. We're taking turns farting into the microphone. Shits going south fast. Definitely be awake when you get home.
I have a hunch Mama J got around.
Am I allowed to say that about my own mom?
Have you picked out a bathroom stall in which to fuck? Since you've got all this free time before her plane lands...
Tackling and headbutting friends, running away and hiding from everyone, attempting to streak across campus, and then waking up with no sign of a hangover... happy 21 to me
I'm doing my accounting homework with my vibrator. Guess whose numbers are balanced on the financial statement? This ladys!
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