Yeah I guess I was Pocahontus. If she were a trifling drunk who hung out in her undies, with possible brain damage.
so you masturbated because Oprah told you?
Only your vagina holds the key to what happened last night.
Things we need. Powerade. Water in fridge. Mixers for vodka. And reality checks.
Seriously... Things should be way more awkward... The entire female half of the bridal party INCLUDING THE BRIDE blew me in high school....
The bar has bullet holes in the ceiling, and the country singer had been playing drunken weezer covers. A man just bought me a beer on the grounds that I 'have his back' in a fist fight with a stranger texan. And, yes, the bartender is wearing a sherif's badge
I ripped the door frame off last night too. Just remembered.
Before he comes over remember the house standards. Ask yourself "will he stalk my sister or myself in the future?". If the answer is yes, then no, he isn't allowed.
She had a glow in the dark pastie on her forehead the last time I saw her. That should help you find her.
We hooked up in his car and afterwards he cried. I think I need to find a new hookup...
I was jerking him off and in two seconds he went from "oh yeah that feels good" to "what day is Thanksgiving again?" and then back again. Like wtf.
He totally fucked me in his Chewbacca socks
you had her IN YOUR BED NO PANTS AND YOU GAVE HER THW BOOT?!?!?!
Stage five clinger bro. had to go.
There's a big ass bed, hella ecstasy, and I can guarantee you'll regret every second that you remember.
She pooped on me during a reverse cowgirl. And it wasn't a little bit either.
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