a man that wears gold spandex underwear and party boys other people is a man after my own heart.
you went through ur friends list and posted an obscene comment on every ultrasound pic...."not his" "looks like a sea monkey"
Let's face it. We both have sexy parts. Why not have them touch?!
I took it to a new level. I'm procrastinating taking my adderall. Hate finals week.
I hurt. I blacked out in a onesie. Reevaluation needs to happen.
eating kraft dinner with my face. no forks.
I've decided, even as much fun as it sounds, I don't care for his sodomy box.
There was a gay guy in drag passed out against the wall but we had sex in there anyway.
I just found a list in your handwriting titled "Places I've Peed." The National Mall and 'under the second bridge after the bend in the road' are two of the tamer entries. I tip my hat.
There two guys dressed as FEMA workers with jump-suits that say "Post-Disaster Breast Examination Division"
He said I act like a cross between a kindergartener and a high 70 year old man. Which is inacurate because it fails to account for the disco obsession.
They forgot my ranch. They're dead to me.
He came all over her clothes we have to leave
I need to reevaluate my stance on weekday hangovers...
we will now reference it as "the infamous double dick night"
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