Marg and I just meaowed the nat anthem. I was tenor.
'm tripping baaaaaaaaaaaaaaas
the last thing i remember is unlocking the door. its like i was literally opening the door to my blackout
All he did was lie there and used his hands to keep pace. He was like the metronome of sex.
I swear if it wasn't for meeting for drug dealers @ gas stations, i would never remember to get gas.
This is the time you want your cat to have telepathy with you. To know if the guy downstairs left.
Im in search of the perfect penis, it would be unethical for me not to test run them.
Not gonna lie i was comfortable between the allsups air conditioners while you were talking to the cop.
The polaroid of me taking a test-tube of Jegar out of the gay guys mouth pretty much explains my trip to Spain.
Packing a mid day bowl in the Sonic parking lot. Have I gone too stoner?
I try not to flex my sex appeal too much around the engineers, it's like feeding bears...always ends in disaster.
It's gotten to the point where waking up in my own apartment is a surprise
I just can't have sex in the car again. it's just too much
Wanna see if we can get cut off at bdubs again? The same hipster manager that is younger than us is working again
Goal: finish my bio assignment before the Xanax kicks in.
You're a problem for me, dick game too good. In the future when I'm with someone I actually wanna to date, now I'm gonna compare.
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