You just kept rubbing her head and repeating "I really like your head, I want your head..." over and over for like 10 minutes straight... And she didnt even stop you.
Don't worry we didnt bang. Sometimes I just bring guys home so I don't order pizza.
well after this past weeked you can expect to see me on maury playing a little game called "who's the father"
Found a pint glass in my snow pants.
I mean, once you get beat with a dildo you can't look at someone the same
12 trash cans filled with water. Beer cans floating in each, 12 ft apart. Dodgeball. Ultimate beer pong.
Rules. We have to wear superhero outfits
I don't judge her for getting booty calls at 2 in the morning, so she can't judge me for staying in friday nights and putting spray cheese on pringles.
And my only real exposure to Russian culture is you and Internet porn.
Last night you found an onion ring in your fries and then you started singing "A Moment like this"
We were basically fucking on the dance floor. People kept buying us drinks. It really only encouraged us.
So I've been spending my morning trying to figure out if there's a corealation between Wednesday margarita night and the boat that's now in my living room.
He fucked me so well and hard that the couch slid into the Christmas tree. I had to pull branches out of my hair.
After you punched me you ran away and it took an hour to find you... On the wrong floor... Sitting alone saying "it doesnt make sense"
I wish there were more things in this world as wonderful as string cheese
Surriously
She shit herself again. We're calling her the "Queen of Sharts".
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