You litterally reached into some girls shirt, pulled out her tit and yelled whats up with this guy.
Wedsnesdays are always enlightening. Tonights revealation: One should not smoke from something taller than their person.
I'll never ask another girl to get on top again, that girl from the bar last night got on top and shit diareah all over my ball sack while she was cumming.
He took the lighter and said "this is how I give myself a bikini wax."
there was some random girl that nobody really knew, standing in the corner trying to shave her armpits with a plastic butter knife.
Nobody knew what to do when it was dead. You said fire up the George Foreman, I've never ate baby shark. She hasn't stopped crying.
Def regretting not writing "will blow for extra credit" on my last final
Girl re-adjusts bra, no one bats an eye. I re-adjust nuts, everyone stares.
I'll miss you, too. On the bright side, a night away from one another might give me a chance to recup seminal fluids.
At this point, I'd date an ax murderer. So long as he doesn't cry all the time, have ED, or leave me with his unspayed cat. My list of requirements is becoming increasingly specific.
Take home message: SPERM IS EVIL AND SHOULD NEVER EVER EVER BE ALLOWED UP ONE'S NOSE.
Tent sex on an air mattress requires balance and flexibility. Not for the faint of heart
Pooping in a box is not fun. You're not a cat.
Lessons learned from last night: do not leave me drunk and alone with strippers and a credit card. Let's do whatever's cheaper.
Only you would try street racing in a Volvo.
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