Not sure what happened last night, but there are four mini bikes outside and some guy is wearing my shirt passed out in the breakfast nook. Won't be telling the grand kids about this one.
She said so on her MySpace, so it's gotta be true.
He gave a passionate hug to every tree on the way to my car.
When i look at that picture of him, i'm a little proud to be like yeah, his dick was in my mouth saturday no big deal.
I've had to much cheese to give a fuck about anything. im tired.
Nothing says thanksgiving like acid flashbacks
We fucked through the entire Destiny's Child album, it was a beautiful thing.
Well you fished my watch out of a possibly vomit filled toilet so I think we're bros now.
Like when I see him I look straight through his appearance and just envision a big walking penis.
I appreciate having someone to objectively critique my dick pics.
Why is "Oprah of drinks" written on my arms?
You said to write it on you, after you kept saying, "You get a drink, you get a drink, everyone gets a drink."
Of course he's seen my tits, I wave those things around like a trump supporter does an American flag
you made it your goal to puke in every planter around the union. you got most of them. im proud of you
woke up this morning and she was gone. but she left a box of donuts on the counter with a note saying "for all the 'o's you gave me last night"
So I thought you might like to hear how I went to sams club to print some pictures and suddenly there was 20 pictures of your dick and my snatch on the screen
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