No, you can still breathe under the balls.
Oh, I'm sorry. I'd rather be "doable" than "the fat chick"
There's a transgender game of twister in the basement...God doesnt want me to type this paper.
Dude, she puked up her Plan B, then reached in the toilet and re-swallowed it. That chick does NOT want a baby
I can't wait for round whatever # we're on tonight.
She sat on the stairs and yelled sex positions at us. I don't remember if we went along with it but judging by the beer and condoms I'm thinking yes.
ugh... I can't wait for campus to get back. Then everyone will have other things to try to have sex with besides me.
Do what? I was just saying that at some point there's a chance I'll have a boner. Think of it like a guessing game. "Does he have one now?"
No. More. Tequila. Even the hot dog guy felt bad for me and you know that guy has seen some crazy shit.
Im going to seductively wisper "that butters my biscuit" in your ear
I'm having a hard time eating my sandwich knowing how many different buttholes my hands were in last night.
Who am I kidding? With my track record, I'm going to end up sleeping at the strip club with just nipple tassels on.
I'm keeping both. The way I see it, boyfriends come and go, but a good dick is forever.
I would go disguised as someone he didn't have premature ejaculative sex with but I don't know if I could stay in character.
I kicked down a wall in rage and found a door behind the drywall. Once again vandalism solves all my problems.
Randomize
