Im listening to a jazz version of dick in a box.
i kept saying "bloody hell" in a ron weasley accent until i forcibly told myself to shut up
his receeding hairline makes running into him so much less awkward. almost enjoyable actualy
He was just laying on the stairs and then screamed, "Is that a clubhouse?" I haven't seen him since
I'm pretty sure the guy she brought home is a polish porn star..
I told her my hands were paint brushes and her vagina was my canvas
don't mind me. just hanging out in this cool air conditioned Babies R Us until the liquor store next door opens.
Realized it was likely to be cursed, didn't want my own Johnson magically turning into some sort of fire breathing reptile and eating me
That is an interesting fear as well as image
I just want him to come back from NOLA alive, without an arrest record or stripper glitter on his clothes...
Those seems like unreasonable expectations for a bachelor party honestly...
What did he say?
NOTHING. GODDAMN HIM AND HIS MAGICAL PENIS!
Just had a VERY VIVID visualization of wrapping a pizza around my cock and fucking its brains out. Soooooo less weed more dates?
hell no. i was not wasting my two tears of virginity on him.
I don't want any of this. I just want big sausages.
Was picked up in the middle of a bar full of people...apparently I'm not tall enough to reach for drunken makeouts. I'm proud of myself.
To describe how high he was he said, " I'm cocked out of my ape sandwich" so yes...that was some pretty good weed.
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