Nicole, you can't keep coming over at 3am wanting to build igloos.
We woke up under the ping pong table holding hands.
I have glow sticks stuck to my boobs and a missed call from the 911. I'd say last night was a success.
Just got motor boated by a horse in the street
Think of this as an opportunity. Like Jesus just opened up his closet, and inside is an endless supply of huge, beautiful cock.
She is still a psychotic unstable bitch, and is therefore PERFECT drinking game fodder
I owe you cheese. The drunk munchies don't acknowledge food ownership.
You sternly pointed at him and declared that you would ride his cock until the early dawn.
Then, you ate a turkey sub, went into his room
these people use weed stems as birthday cake candles. I'm never coming home
Plus i lost a button on my shirt and we got free drinks all night. Sorry I'm not sorry.
The first thing you did was give us a tour of the house and showed us who was "on-limits" and "off-limits"
Omg the sex was so good my ears popped. Thank god too. Cause then I didn't have to hear him going on and on about his dumbass feelings. It's called a booty call bitch.
In case you were wondering I realized something last night, Rick James was correct. Cocaine is a hell of a drug.
Who knew she had talents apart from chugging wine spritzers
I have wine with a bendy straw bitches I can do fucking anything
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