Just boiled hotdogs in bongwater. NOT a good idea.
they were just spraying pledge on themselves and calling it lemon cologne.
All he did was lie there and used his hands to keep pace. He was like the metronome of sex.
For sure. We should see if we can get Mike to pay for one, and have a triple kegger... :o==& (that's future me projectile vomiting. i try to be goal oriented)
I just noticed that my shirt smells like coffee after eating out a Barista
just passed out again, this time at a subway. On a positive not they gave me a free sandwich, pretty sure out pity but at this point i don't care
Things we need. Powerade. Water in fridge. Mixers for vodka. And reality checks.
I know for sure he's a bro because he closed the door so my gf didn't see me hooking up with her cousin.
The moral of the story is do not hire me because everything will end up smelling like pickles and I will not sufficiently clean it up.
Those titties aren't worth a lifetime of listening to her talk about gluten free yams and japanese manga.
We should start a Help That Bitch Out Fund and split the donations evenly between you two.
Walked back to my room from the bus last night and all I see is 3 of my friends on the porch chugging whiskey and then throwing up in unison
how come you came home with "Amanda owns this" written on your forhead
when a dude sends me an unwanted dick pic I just send him a picture of a nicer one. A more photogenic one. A dick with a future.
There's lube and condom packets all over the street we missed something awesome.
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