there is a polo shirt epidemic at this bar. also, im pretty sure i just saw the grown-up coppertone baby
Its about making memories worth repressing
Using his name makes it all too personal. I refuse to get attached to this one. This is all about ass. He doesn't get a name.
He has a clip art-style heart tattooed on his hip. I hated him way before I saw his tiny dick.
Ummm. I just wanna say this now: Don't let me invite the band back to the apartment to see my stripper pole.
Let's just say a refrigerator got involved and after that I had to send him home.
The bartender from Thursday remembered me... And gave me a FLAMING BUCKET of alcohol.
I woke up to him peeling the skin on my stomach from my sunburn. If he wasn't so good in bed I'd be a little freaked out.
i'm sitting in class and looking at who would die if all the fans suddenly fell from the ceiling. i guess i have next year to pass history..
i think they forgot i was still in the room... she grabbed his balls and said "i feel a fire coming on".
I sold weed for gas money to get home. I thought that's what college was for.
The penis is a tricky weapon to use. When using it as leverage you have to make it seem emotional. I'd rather use it as a club sometimes.
He came all over her clothes we have to leave
I've come to the conclusion that my issue is I'm not fucking a guy with a headboard
we found her on the beach half naked talking to a palm tree
Which half?
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