He asked me to sit on his face, but i didnt, for 2 reasons, one, i had just pooped like 20 mins before sex, and two, this could be my future husband. so i skipped on sitting.
he told us the story of how he fought ketchup, mustard, and thomas the train engine all in one night. if that doesn't sound like an acid trip i dont know what does.
he had his head down and said he was listening for the buffalo, he had to still be drunk.
He's tryingto open a beer with a Police baton. Cut him off or see where this leads?
why did you let me tell everyone that you can get herpes from the ice luge and then let me do the ice luge?
Let's go get our ovaries removed together. It'll be like bonding by getting mani/pedis, but with more vicodin and less unwanted pregnancies.
as of this morning I have officially vommed on the highways of 6 different countries. It's a proud moment.
It wasn't until I took a shit, that I remembered that you assholes started spiking my shots with tobasco when I wasn't looking last night. Dicks.
So apparently we wrote "Lube Shopping" in Paula's diary on every friday for the rest on the year....
that moment you remember partying with someone several years ago.. and don't remember if you slept with them or not.
sending my old camp counselor nudes. childhood memory win or new low?
I don't remember anything from last night, but at track I found my thong next to the high jump pit... So it must has been decent
Did I ever tell you what happened that night after he ran you over?
I get so pissed when there is something that NEEDS to be made fun of and you're not here.
Our sex sesh was interrupted by a bunch of hobos fighting outside his apartment.
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