all I remember was being half naked drinking water on my hands and knees from her dogs water bowl.
His apartment number was 69. I had to.
That's why there are breakfast margaritas.
You need to get here now. Before they realize I'm not puerto rican.
they bet me shots that I couldn't give people piggyback rides around the club just cause I'm 125lbs and a girl...I had a line forming after the third guy.
one of them held the wheel while the other one changed her pants. while driving. on the thruway. what
What do you need? A swimsuit and a liver of steel? What else?
FYI, Sammie and I made the executive decision that we're getting a pet octopus and keeping it in the ballpit. Just thought you should know.
the lesbians just got naked and went into the ocean... this never happened when i was a camper.
I'm pretty sure I have enough material at this point to start a blog called Guys I've Banged in Pictures together. Why does this keep happening to me!
Highlight of the weekend: getting roundhouse kicked in the dick while switching from reverse cowgirl.
My inner pteradactyl is also confused.
Well I've made a drinking game out of the Wiggles but I think I've got this babysitting thing down
Those boxers don't belong to me anymore. They belong to the desert surrounding Phoenix.
We had to push you home in an abandoned shopping trolley. You thought you were in a pirate boat and kept yelling "AVAST, ME HEARTIES".
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