Text. Mid BJ. 8 points.
So. Camera broke because I tried to wash it under the sink, kristi had to take me home and I woke up to my computer showing me that I googled how t take more than one shot at a time. I'd say the night was a success.
Once you realized you couldn't finish the 30 you started walking down the street and leaving a beer in everyone's mailbox
This is the way my sobriety ends: Not with a bang, but with a whimper.
This is even worse then that time I fucked a guy just because he had air conditioning.
its like accelerated beer pong for children.....we train champions young
Word is he has some crazy hawaiian STD
You were on shrooms and "the trees are crazy green!" is all you could manage.
The cab driver is now flexing at a red light...
Sit down my child. It's time you were told of my famous loss-of-virginity story entitled, "The Penis that Never Could."
I based a lot of our friendship on the fact that I thought you were crying from feeling so sad for me when I got crabs. I'm not sure if we can ever be as close now.
Update: just imagined being dirty talked to in an Irish brogue and I think my vagina became a sentient being.
So...I maybe walked across campus last night with my life size Joe Biden cut out.
somehow I wound up on the floor crying about his beard. then telling everyone I'd give him a "lesbian blowjob".
If you find out what that means, show me.
Anyone who does not know who Paul McCartney is does NOT get to put hands in my pants
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