Dude I just peed on my pants. not in them though. and yes there is a difference
I have found the one flaw to the great pride I took as a guy to not have to sit down to pee...having to sneeze while peeing.
we're drinking boxed wine and eating string cheese. It's like a wine tasting for poor people.
I don't even know what he looks like, all i've seen of him is his dick
the rest of him looks just as crooked
i feel like someone uncorked me like a wine bottle and pulled a living animal outta my arse.
I denied three guys and puked everywhere because I love you.
and then he said he has been waiting since high school to touch my boobs
The cop only confirmed I'm .22% Irish. Then I threw up on him.
did i get hit in the head with a hammer? someone just asked me...
he peed on his own floor last night after we left the bar. pretty much sums up how i feel about the evening
I come back upstairs and she's leaning over sink full of vomit saying 'oh my god it's the chili'
You were stoned out of your mind. We were eating cold cuts and you wouldn't shut up about how it was the wettest meat you'd ever felt in your life.
Idk woke up on the suite in someone else's clothing and actually broke my ankle
Walking into my bedroom & smelling stale sex & disappointment isn't how I envisioned being 39, in case you were wondering.
I am NOT losing my v-card to a guy who doesn't know my ass from my elbow.
Randomize
