he thought i was a dude.
all ten of us were sitting in his room with the lights off and staring at his colorful moving screensaver for two hours. That high.
I had to call maintenance to come unclog the toilet.
Something to remember me by.
I'm currently looking through google images of circumsized penises and realizing how vital pre-marital sex is.
He is crying over the toilet and his friends just came in and tried to make him take another jello shot.
Sometimes I hate my life and then I remember I live in the WORLD CAPITAL OF RUM
Dude, i don't know. I don't remember anything after we started chanting/playing "shot of gin."
It's times where you wake up in the hospital after trying to road surf that you wonder what you're doing in life.
I cannot describe the pre-ejaculative horrors thru the medium of text messaging
I got sucker punched while I was making out with some girl...I think my molar might have flown into her mouth
The resort was totally empty, just June and I. Which of course lead to EXCESSIVE day drinking and outdoor fucking. FYI Dominicans LOVE to watch.
Awkward, walking to my bootycall's hotel room and run into my dad leaving his. Just nodded to each other and went on our ways
Fuck you, dude, I'm not sharing my weed anymore if you're going for the Panthers.
I have nice boobs. Don't wanna deprive anyone of the experience.
You're a saint.
we're tipping the strippers with chocolate coins.
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