I'm gonna have a badass scar
i may or may not have been spotted by tourists while getting head in the vicinity of the jefferson memorial
separated laundry into 'got laid' and 'didn't get laid' piles.
It smells like wine and fried chicken. Im confused and intrigued.
Ive created a fbook group called "threesome" and invited two girls. Im not going to say a word and just see what happens.
You refused to come over and kept yelling that you were gonna sleep on a car
She trust falled out of a window. It was like that scene from A Little Princess but with a lot more blood.
Did you know that if you hit someone in the head with a frozen loaf of bread you can knock them unconscious?
How did you even find out?
Because you came up to me and said "I just fucked in the bathroom."
Oh.
What is she getting? Last time we talked her behavior was conducive to getting a tramp stamp on her face.
You wanna get laid? Be a female for once and stop bending nails to impress guys.
I just twinged a muscle in my shoulder trying to hug myself. In the world of loneliness-based injuries, this is a new low for me.
I think I might start referring to your vagina as a separate being now
Questions: How did Rachel get home? Why did I find both her ID's in my shoes? And does anyone know if she's alive?
I'm so sorry for trying to eat your puzzle last night...
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