we went to that german restaurant and drank out of the boots. Then I threw up into one
he thought i was a dude.
making an indian outfit so we can be pochohantas and john smith and fuck in the canoe on the night float
Haga you didnt jbsii whee wu an therer
Party on wayne
I projectile vomited in his sisters room where the toiled would have been if it were the bathroom.
I'm at some strange place in what feels like Mexico, high and getting tacos.
all I'm saying is that my epic blow jobs have made grown professional football players cry in ecstasy
all a girl really needs is a few good pair of leggings and a drug dealer that delivers.
There's times when I need to be plowed... and I'm ashamed to admit auto correct was able to predict that entire sentence.
I do not love him. There is no love. Only sex and meatloaf.
At what point can I admit that I hate going to house parties?
I don't wanna stand in your shitty kitchen making small talk while I guard the quality booze I brought.
So I was walking to the bathroom and some random dude threw up while walking towards me. He kept eye contact the entire time and didn't stop moving.
he's like crack. I can't be in the same room with him while drunk and not do him.
A condom was pulled out of your vagina by a doctor today I do not think you can pull off "closet" hoe anymore
(919) the date's not going well. He's on his phone talking about his eBay amine shit...
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