I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
His dick was so small it sat perched on top of his balls like it was king of his scrotum.
like in an apt above a crackhead. A LEGIT CRACKHEAD. he woke me up every morning this week asking me if I wanted to buy a mini fridge and some CDs. at 5 am. EVERY DAY.
Why am I in a dog kennel?
It was for your own safety
Highlight of my weekend: having my card suspended due to "suspicious charges" and standing in line at the gas station yelling at customer service on the phone that I really did go to 4 different strip clubs in one night
You do realize that we got a stripper to do the YMCA for us on the main stage... Right?
I'm just high and in my robe and I would suck a dick for some pizza rolls. I can't talk about your problems right now
We didn't have sex but he is somehow naked and laying on top of me. his dick is touching my leg and freaking me the fuck out.
We shall study the pictures later and see if his penis is worth my time.
sex on the stairs. not our finest idea.
Head-banging is a very stupid way to injur yourself. But this opinion is also coming from somebody who can't walk right because they cut their asshole shaving last night, so it probably has little to no merit.
We put a ban on pants at an unusually early point in the night.
Apparently nick called me at 3 in the morning looking for you because you ate your keys and ran away..do I need to call an ambulance.
Just don't let me get too drunk. At one point I pulled out my dick and pissed at that party. Like on the wall.
Florida is balancing how much this place sucks with how many vodkas you can have to cope in order to still be allowed on the plane to leave
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