Say something about gay babies.
Passing las posas road. In a world of pain. Im trying to piss in a bottle through the hole in my crotch. I wish i had a bigger dick.
So apparently I told him I was off to go "whore skipping" and I disappeared into the night skipping down the street. I know this because there's video.
So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
We were so tired we rock paper scissored for who would be on top. I won.
I walked in and she was doing shots, betting the managers if any of the customers would notice, and screaming that nothing would ruin her Saturday night. Say what you want, I like working with my sister.
Turned the water balloon filler into a jungle juice fire extinguisher. Please call me tomorrow afternoon and make sure that i'm still alive.
Fuck you. You would only tell me how to get to your house in Spanish.
They said an hour before I even see a doctor...and they noticed the shots tally on my arm.
Just described your amazing cock to a complete stranger. I am officially the worst wingman (chick) ever.
DOWN HORMONES. BACK.
In between rounds of sex, you stopped and did drunken handstand push-ups.
He's driving 2 hours to visit me and he's bringing weed. I love him so much.
I'm not the kind of girl that sleeps with someone else's boyfriend. But I'm getting waxed just in case I change my mind...
He said we had an hour long conversation about how awesome I was.
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