I can no longer count the number of girls I've banged on my fingers and toes. It's like being born again.
benefit of terrorism--they won't let you buy random one way plane tickets to random parts of the country for no reason nonmatter how high you are.
they told you the "weed man" wouldn't come until you were asleep, like santa claus. you believed it.
Also, the zoloft kicked in and I can't get an erection anymore. So I'm depressed.
I came so hard that my back seriously popped like 5 times.
I don't want the last thing I hear while alive to be Jesse's Girl
Just saw someone tackle someone else to the ground for their coors light; he's not getting back up.
Yea, now that Irene is hitting us stores aren't selling any alcohol; beer is now a precious commodity.
I was grinding on people that were grinding. Nonconsensual.
Feels like someone put a cigar out where my butthole used to live
No I just rolled on the floor giggling. I think that's the equivalent to a post sex victory dance.
Hearing them have a conversation is like listening to water buffalo have sex. Awkward and scarring.
we just talked about our morning and what we were doing for the day and he handed me the addies and i took $50 out of my bra in front of a bunch of frat guys. so the mornings going really well
I'm pretty sure I went in the girls bathroom and vomited everywhere then looked for a urinal for like 20 minutes
She bruised my penis again. But, trooper I am we kept on going.
Could’ve gone my whole life not seeing a man snort coke off another man’s cock... but there it is...
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