so i slept on a park bench last night...no hobo
Nights of college: 1. Virgins: 1. Yes.
i'm at the st pattys day thing. the bar is packed. they just put on celine dion its all coming back to me now. i'm screaming the words.
it's 1 pm.
Also...you were trying to touch his balls without him noticing
But then he started to talk about his wedding he wants and I quote " and yes parts will be choreographed"
Man, I must say, having known you since preschool, Eiffel-Tower-ing her would've fully completed our journey to brotherhood.
Better than last year. I didn't wake up to an after thanksgiving human shit on my living room floor. I think it's a sign I'm growing up at almost 30.
We call it "Dishes: Hard Mode". Basically whoever is doing dishes gets head but needs to finish the dishes before they cum.
And so far nothing been broken!
Welcome to drink and talk like a Russian afternoon.
Pirate drinking day will be planned for shortly
I approve this so hard.
Definitely but only if you hit on the 16 year old in the karate class as part of your waffle and gin fueled sexually deprived rage.
I've now spilled wine and got poptarts all over my cast. So much for my doc taking me seriously...
he was definitely tindering while i gave him head
HANDS OFF UNTIL AFTER I DO BUTT STUFF WITH HIM.
You took your shirt off at the bar, handed it to a girl, and made her wash your dirty shirt on your washboard abs
tuesdays get the best of me...
Legit hope my Trump humping Brother dies of this shit so I can stop pretending to still love him.
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