were not allowed back there because i puked on the waitresses foot while trying to order another round. for myself.
i scrubbed and i scrubbed and i scrubbed and i still was a whore
Just quiet vomiting, and in between heaves she mumbled "be the pro"
just saw someone in just a bathrobe not even tied shut run to the bathroom with a facefull of cum. Someone had a good night
Exactly. Because my vagina can't be consoled with words. It requires a thicker form of communication
Update- I sold my hat to some drunk kid for 50 bucks. I used my earnings to buy beer on the way home. I realize to everyone else seeing me drinking on my balcony at 6am, I look like an alcoholic, but I'm thinking of it as a night cap
If I had cancer, and got to make a wish, id make the organization force your dad to fuck me.
I say go for the trifecta and maybe you'll get a medal or something. Or a baby. That's like the same thing right?
I wasn't that drunk, I know my limits. When peeing became difficult I stopped taking shots.
I rocked my own world, he was just a prop.
HE ASKED IF I HAD SIBLINGS WHEN I ASKED HIM TO LICK MY ASSHOLE
Whats a little naked between friends. Just don't laugh or I'll be scared for life.
This is the Front Desk Lady from the Saturolite Inn. Your friend is passed out in the lobby. Please come help her.
I cant tell you how much harder a belt makes hoeing
I just want to get high and watch Dr. Pimple Popper.
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