dude, that girl smelled worse than the great depression.
he had two deer mounted on his dorm room wall with panties and bras hanging from the antlers... i cant believe i contributed to bambi's headgear...
The last thing i remember was high fiving everyone on the planet.
They poked me and kept screaming "LAUGH DOUGH BOY" it's like 3rd grade all over again.
I can't think of anything besides pubic hair fallout. Ugh.
they wouldn't let me take the pitcher of beer on the ferris wheel
I've already reverted to sweat pants. And lonely drinking.
U know that drunk state, where at 930 the next morning your sitting in a bath in ur bathing suit trying to sober up...yeah. That's where i am..
Yea, I had a chaperone thankfully. I'm in the fetal position attempting to eat captain crunch now.
These fuzzy pants work great for sleeping, taking an exam, getting baked and watching the hobbit. I guess i'm not changing pants for 72 hours.
Build a thousand brigdes, lick one butthole. What am I remembered for? Buttholelicking.
I literally just force feed a guy flintstone vitamins after sex
you can't get cum all over my hair and then tell me you just want to be friends
You know it was a good night when visa fraud prevention services are calling
all I want for my birthday is booze and sex toys. don't bother calling if neither of those are included.
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