Omg I def was not. I wasn't that drunk. I showed that I stuff my bra but I didn't whip my tit out.
Im at a strip club, and the dancer just farted into my face. The bad part about that is I could taste the wings I bought her earlier
waiting in line for my ID. the kid in front of me reaks of hopes and dreams and hornyness-- freshmen by calvin klein
chatroulette drinking game turned into a foursome.
I'm literally partying with O.J. Simpson's son right now. I don't know what to make of this.
He's trying to row the canoe up my front yard like he is Lewis and Clark.
oh dont worry, my liver will give out way before i get skin cancer
After last night, I've decided I will now bang only men who professionally ride things for a living. I will accept jockeys, cowboys, bullriders, and pro bicyclists who lie and say they're bullriders.
That would warm my breasts.
In this context breast is a metaphor for soul.
If you do wifi you would be helping my penis out & real friends care about their friends penises...
Don't I can pass these orgasm blushes off as sunburn for much longer...
This is the third time my roommate and I have drunkenly hooked up. I'm starting to think she's not as straight as she says she is.
oh. oh my god. i just had lunch with my mom with semen still on my face.
we need to make pact to not cut each other's hair on coke and whiskey nights.
While I agree, I dont think thats realistically possible
I have nice boobs. Don't wanna deprive anyone of the experience.
You're a saint.
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