you're just mad because in the hogwarts world I'm Harry and you're Ron. get over it.
The more I throw up, the more I am remembering exactly what I drank last night...in order.
If I die tonight, I want you to know that your sister is awesome in bed
after he came i started crying. just to fuck with his head.
curled up in a ball on my bed listening to my "cuddle with a boy" playlist. prettty high.
You weren't a difficult drunk to take care of. I just had to stop you from plunging the toilet once or twice.
He took shrooms and didn't want anyone to touch him. He kept saying he was a chip and he didn't want to break.
Every shot buddy I have I end up blowing. I don't know whether this pattern is good or bad.
I enjoy it and I rock at it. I wish there were a respectable way to make giving blow jobs a career.
No. No. No. No one's allowed to fuck in the yurt.
it's not rock bottom until you fall down an escalator on the way home from a hookup and have to have you dad come pick your drunkass up at 3am. Adulthood.
I really don't think my body can handle another night of drinking
Lol you talk like you have a choice
I am worried that I am gonna die before the weekend is over
Nxt time we drink that much, we'll have to hide the crayons. Crayola-ing a mural on the living room wall wasnt the brightest idea, but it sure is classy. Right?
I can't say too many people would say watching their drunk best friends fuck in a hot tub is very normal.
He ate me out in the warehouse on a pallet of sunlight soap. I fucking love night shift!
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