One reason I don't come to Portland. I saw 8 guys I have had sex with last night. At the same party.
By 8 I mean 9.
And by 9 I mean 10.
i am exhausted. it's been years. we both know his dick is small. the jig is up.
speaking of graduation plans, i'm blacked out eating sausage
Odd question. Did you find a 20 in your boxers? I need it for gas.
You don't understand. He was so ginger that he could make red hair a dominant gene. And I refuse to torture my future spawn like that.
He told her hed rather go bobbing for apples in puke than have sex with her.
The least you could do before I go into your room is throw away the condom wrapper from the other girl I know you're banging.
it doesn't matter, he's just a life support system for his dick
What happened to the good old days when we whispered the words beer pong and people came running?
There is a hatefuck that has the destruction level of an atom bomb raging through my viens just aching to vaporize her.
We got back from the bar and started watching bizzare foods, which subsequently led to the consumption of large amounts of rancid lunch meat and small insects.
You're the only one to love me enough for me to admit the following: Rock-bottom sounds like sobbing to a Miley Cyrus song.
I was asked last night if Magnum makes a XXL..... I don't think I've ever broken this many condoms in my life
That dick was not the dick of a twenty year old
Just once, can I please come back to a room that doesn't smell like beer and cum?
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