There's nothing more uncomfortable than drifting into sexual fantasies on a roadtrip and realizing you have a boner with three other dudes in the car.
All he was doing was sitting in the car, staring. We asked him what was wrong and he just turned, smiled, and said "everything has its own pair of boots"
This could be one of the worst things i've done... The background of her phone is her and her boyfriend.
She compares her life to Teen Mom. She's 28.
You said that "grilled cheese was much to complex" and started to throw the buttered bread at the wall while eating all the cheese.
She liked to slap me in the face while she was on top. All I can say is that big boobs can excuse a lot.
Listen, don't freak out when you walk out on me masturbating in front of my roommate. No homo. He just needs to be put to his place.
I just remember dedicating a shot to me giving you head so it was obviously a good night
my make-up looks really good tonight. I swear it had nothing to do with me finishing all of your strawberry vodka.
They invented a new game at work. Its called guess if I'm baked, hungover, drunk, or some combination of the three. Its surprisingly very difficult..
So Bodhi just sent me a pic of someone's balls with a message that says "I hope you all have a ballin' night." I don't even know what level of friendship to call this anymore.
Oh my god.
The ballsiest level.
Two days later and my throat is still sore. That bong is a double edged sword.
Hungover on St. Patrick's Day. I did this backwards.
Not only do I have a well-defined bite mark on my arm, but I also have a perfectly clear bruise of a handprint wrapped around my arm like a tribal tattoo. Thoughts on how that happened?
Fuck you. All I remember from last night is telling random people that I'm in a "judgement free zone" then I threw up
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