week 6 of class: i have yet to go to spanish sober. i love being THAT girl.
Dude it was weird. The strippers vagina tasted kind of like your mother's.
Her gay brother kept hitting on me and cockblocking me. Don't even begin to tell me how bad your night was.
In the future let's not drunk dive in the fountain in front of the hotel bar.
Hey. Be honored that I consider you the genital expert. I know alot of candidates for the position.
I just debated creating a mirror system so I could play Batman while in the bathroom. I think I need help.
I already knew that. But I also don't agree with stifling creativity.
It was like a Thanksgiving meal, which you spend 8 hours cooking, and the family wolfs down in 20 minutes. All that flirting and build-up for like 90 seconds of pumping and he was gone in a flash, never to be heard from again.
All I remember is sitting on your kitchen floor and playing with a banana like it was a viking ship.
My old dealer would be proud of the drug cocktail I just took for my back pain.
I feel bad for her. If you sacrifice and have a chubby husband I feel that you assume he's not going to cheat on you....
If not, I can murder my liver twice...it's like a cat, it has 9 lives
Got kicked out of the club and woke up at a frat house. Good night? Couldn't tell you. I got a date out of it I'm glad someone thinks my drinking problem is cute.
Well when we Get drunk it gets rowdy. We could always attempt self-control. But historically and statistically speaking, we fail at that.
Now, I know I say this a lot, but you've obviously never seen my penis.
What do you mean relationship? He paid for my tires and I gave him a blow job.
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