hey its robert, we just made out in the backyeard. i'm inside now and you should come to the bathroom and meet me.
It's not real sex if he's just convulsing inside of you.
But, the reference to being horny and then blending a banana is troubling
she moved to the other side of town, do you realize how far i gotta walk to get a blow job???
they arrested me when i was peaking, i'm pretty sure they were specifically looking for me but i was too busy rolling around, loving the grass to notice the police car..
Help. Me. He just whispered 'prepare yourself', & sprayed hairspray everywheres to make sure the 'air was crisp'
So update from last night: I made friends with a coke dealer, I tore the card scanner off the wall of my dorm, and I passed out on our bathroom counter with my head in the sink.
Gregs sitting in the living room in his underwear hitting the bong watching a rob schneider movie. His lack of fuck giving is inspirational
You have a roommate and cry when you see my dick
I took a hang over nap infront of the door to my 9am class
Selling our snow shovel to buy more beer. Not your brightest idea.
Actually going to jail after your wedding is NOT part of the plan.
I'm rolling and just noticed that the thread count on these sheets is horrendous.
well, you know. whores of a feather.
I’m really regretting these suede pants.
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