they just tried to tell me they weren't big into drugs. A) it was the 70's. B) I've seen the pictures.
By connection do you mean me drunkenly grinding my ass on his lap for an extended period of time? If so, then yes, we had a "connection"
I'd say this is worse than that time when I realized that my favorite bath toy growing up was my Mom's douche bottle.
I'm not sure how exactly, but this funeral has turned into a ridiculous night of drinking games
Yes, that's a picture of my balls. It isn't however an answer to my question.
i remember getting really pissed off when you wouldn't let me sleep in the garage with your cat.
I honestly wish you had parked the car in the terminal garage and fucked me in the backseat but I guess I should be more forward
he turned down sex AND sandwiches. who the hell does that?!
#1- I went to button my shirt only to find they were all mising. #2- I'm so fu@king sore I feel like I was sweating to the oldies all night. #3- this pounding headache I have, I blame solely on Jennifer. Everyone sounds like Billy Mays when they talk. I remember nothing from last night, I'm concerned.
They just dared her to tape flip flops to her tits. Entertainment value cannot be found like this in any other part of America.
That moment when you see yourself in a security camera feed and realize you forgot a bra. And pants.
Sorry I got completely naked in your bed, but I feel our friendship has grown because of it.
You were drinking whiskey from a beer bottle i dont know what you really expected...
Just ate Panda Express. Fortune cookie had no fortune in it. I actually prefer this. Less broken dream potential.
your penis is a great and majestic leader among the penises.
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