Actually, all he talks about is how great the sex is with her and how crappy you were at it. Stop being a bitch and gossiping masking it as self-righteousness.
You realize if you die tommorow, the last memory i'll ever have of you is your ballsack on skype
well it doesn't count as a walk of shame if he drops you off at your class in his golf cart
I found a picture of my kindergarten class. Now you can see whose peer pressure I succumbed to.
I'm scared at the amount of beastiality in this conversation.
I don't see why you're so upset, it's not like you were wearing pants either.
noo you weren't that drunk. you just knocked the grill over and couldn't get the key in the door, so you climbed through the window. success.
The bartender gave me the kids toys. Paddle ball & a gecko.
Horrible. I told her my girlfriend is in the hospital and she tried to give me a lapdance.
I found ecstasy taped in my armpit... thank you drunk Marissa.
I will not hesitate to go down on a dick for some cream soda.
I wasn't trying to be rude when I hurriedly walked past you, but I can not put in to words exactly how bad I had to shit.
Just found the measuring tape in my bathroom. How drunk could I have possibly been on Saturday?!
how does that bad decision feel?
We'll handle his penis the same way we handle day drinking; together.
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