Oh and ps....i was sleeping soundly until i woke up by the sound of amy on the phone with her mom sobbing hysterically because she can't stop having the shits.
We woke up in an inflatable kiddie pool full of both empty and full beer cans. In the middle of his dad's office. Oh, and we were locked in. Nobody remembers.
We uncovered another pile of vomit after you left. And i am not talking about the one in the vase
she named my penis "gigantor the baby arm"
Okay. I really need to get out of this guys bed and get home. It's two in the afternoon. He's not even HERE.
All I remember is waking up with 3 penises pointed at my face. I also remember enjoying that a lot. And then I threw up in their shower.
Bring fortys. we have the duct tape. its onnn mothafuckaaaa
Bring gay.
By that I meant the rum. I just realized that my request made no sense. You always bring gay.
I wasn't that drunk, I know my limits. When peeing became difficult I stopped taking shots.
I mean metaphorically speaking, maybe we've all fucked on top of a frat house at some point in our lives
You know you threw a brownie at my head last night. And said you did it to defend the turtles honer....
I'm on A4A looking at dick pics while the CEO is on the phone trying to convince me not to leave the company
Your pictures have evolved a lot over the years but I think your angry dick pic phase was one of my favorites
If he thinks I'm canceling my orgy to coddle his stupid fucking behavior, he has another thing coming
the twins are trying to figure out which one is the one doing body shots off a janitor in this picture
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