Right on... I dropped my chapstick
I blacked out
So shortly after drunk sex...she starts crying and saying..." you don't care about me, you never do anything nice for me" so I called her a cab
Took an aderol, wrote a differential equation for solving volume of flow of a rectangular channel with change in depth, then masturbated for the 6th time.
She gained 35 lbs and has an ankle bracelet, time for new booty call.
I may or may not have traded sexual favors for Disney on Ice tickets.
Idk we were snorting lines and making out in the stall while these people were cheering us on, on the other side. And that's when I realized he wasn't the only guy in the girls bathroom.
At what point in life does one make the conscious decision to incorporate capes into everyday life? Like, as a fashion statement?
I'm not sure how to answer that. Is it a general question or one you're wondering about for yourself? Because I don't think you're there yet.
It reeks of weed and poor life decisions in here
I planned to shave today but it's Friday the 13th I might cut something
You're even getting laid in my dreams, god I'm a good wingman
You drank the pool water to get rid of your hiccups
if being 21 means slamming 99 cent margaritas at 3:00 in the afternoon on a Tuesday then call me Peter Pan IM NEVER GROWING UP
I have been adopted by a clan of drunken skinny dipping tourists.
The sex was so good we high-fived after.
If he moved really quickly from "hi I've had a crush on you for years" to "send nudes" you probably were used.
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