This is clearly one of those "A hole's a hole" situations
its summer. and we all know college gfs do not count in summer.
college gfs dont count ever. theyre like getting corn rows in jamaica. you feel cool at the time. then you go home and people make fun of you.
He finally admitted that he was drunk when I asked him how he got the rug burn on his chin and he replied "the worm contest"
Go for the frenulum. Its like eating a popsicle. They go nuts with that shit.
You told me when we were leaving the club if I could pin point your nipple through your padded bra you would show me if I was right.
I'm legit concerned I might pass out this weekend from having too much sex.
I'm riding in a wheelchair, being pulled by a golf cart. You need to be here.
Safe to say I relapsed into my old chatroulette drunk flashing days.
He told me my butthole was like "Narnia" and that it's a wonderful place he would like to visit.
Also. This Ativan makes me feel fearless. I think we need an exciting new hobby for when we take it. How do you feel about ghost hunting?
I did a kegel this morning to determine if I had been penetrated during last night's blackout. Nope.
It's Scottsdale, it shouldn't be this hard to find drugs.
we're at the bar celebrating my ex bootycall getting his new gf pregnant... and me narrowly escaping a future as kitty foreman
I get so pissed when there is something that NEEDS to be made fun of and you're not here.
Alcohol and video games. A solid Friday night. Even before covid
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