I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
So, when he came he screamed MORTAL KOMBAT!!!! at the top of his lungs and all of his roomates yelled back FINISH HER!!!!.....yeah kinda akward
I think you're asking the wrong person. You don't understand. Like I would fuck the act of fucking itself if I could.
I wouldn't take my shot so you poured it on my face. Twice.
My friend and I just coined a new term. OBJ. The obligatory blow job. You totally know what I'm talking about.
Like if he goes down on you first, or you just don't want to bone him yet. OBJ.
You slid down the bannister into a split. Lines were crossed.
Day drinking is so dangerous way too many construction workers out there to flirt with
You were dancing with a coffee pot of rum in one hand and a joint in the other. So that should explain everything.
He pissed on a police station. Then expected to not be arrested. Sounds accurate.
trying to figure out what happened last night by looking around the apartment.
naked man under the piano. THE PLOT THICKENS.
Do you think if 10 year old us knew that we would be passing out in a McDonalds after a hefty night of drinking, and 23 McChickens, they'd change anything?
Friends don't brand friends with cigars. It's not how it works.
Would you still love me if my nipple fell off?
You know you went through something intense when you actuallu applaud yourself for not shitting your pants
woke up this morning and she was gone. but she left a box of donuts on the counter with a note saying "for all the 'o's you gave me last night"
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