Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
what happened last night?
u kept telling him to fuck u optimus prime style
that explains why his roommate kept saying autobots roll out this morning as i left
Any girl that compares her vag to a hot ham sandwich is beyond a slut
i walked into the party and i guess everyone knew because they began to chant "ass to mouth"
hah yeah. there was a kid puking in the bathroom and this idiot brings in a potted plant and was like "yeah he's like, not getting enough oxygen"
So then she just shoved applesauces in her pocket and started talking about she needed to find her friends.
you didn't get her number why?
he sent me a pic of his dick and balls out with sunglasses over them like a face. i was at dinner.
do you still have it? i kinda want to see.
I dunno what he did but it both burns and feels amazing to pee
HOLD ONTO YOUR PANTIES AND SAY GOODBYE TO THE REMAINDER OF YOUR INTEGRITY
Plus now I feel weird sleeping with you. It's like shooting a three legged deer. It's already at a disadvantage and couldn't get what it's full potential deserves.
Your niece just basically announced she's a whore on FB so you should feel pretty good about officiating that wedding next month.
I think the biggest problem with being overhigh is when the kitchen was on fire and I was pointing and laughing and eating rootbeer oreos like it was fucking Ozzfest 2000
We tried to do sophisticated last night, but our low class kept shining through.
His new girl is probably classy and boring. I bet she doesn't feed him sour patch kids while she wiggles his weiner.
It's best not to have your booty call on social media. So if they post stupid shit, you still want to fuck them.
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