He could tell i had a fever by feeling my tits. He gets docter of the year.
hiding in a bush to avoid a seven dollar cab ride. cabby got out a flashlight and looked for us for like an hour. help.
Depending on hangover severity. The fact that I can spell severity is in your favor.
I can't even go pee because I'm making sure he doesn't run off somewhere naked.
Having never done that before, When should one expect the horrible shame to end? Days, months, ever?
A week or so, depending on size. In your case, maybe give it a month.
Three guys came up to me at the bar and started dancing on me, while screaming "Johnson's girl." That's the last time I sleep with a freshmen.
I'm doing shots of jagger in dixi cups and making a lesson plan for my 8th grader summer school class. My life is so close to adulthood I can taste it
I think the Predator is hunting me in my house. If I don't text you later, send Danny Glover. I love you all.
She told me to pick her up in the corner of shame and self-disgust.
Drunk Jeff aka Dreff thinks he's about 3x cooler than be really is and about 100x better at dancing than he really is
On her way to bed she said, "If you have sex on the couch, just move my blanket" Needles to say, we moved the blanket
We're friends with benifits... The benifits being I'm fucking her boyfriend
VASECTOMY FOR THE WIN
last night I learned that if you try to buy tacos in this town, that you will be stopped by three cop cars with breathalizers
We can have bacon on the roof while tanning
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