She said her name was "party"
we were having sex in the bathroom when his aunt knocked on the door
and rather than go out and meet her, i climbed out the window. so now she thinks he was masturbating and moaning his own name in a really girly voice
i dedicated my morning wood to you.
i need you to recap everything for me beyond "i think i'm gonna try vodka-pong"
My entire floor is waiting for the couple to come out of the shower. She's a screamer. We've blockaded them
I'm eating cereal out of the pocket of my flannel right now
She needs to learn she only fits into our friendship as a DD.
She told me she was going to ride me so hard i would cum the ghosts of my ancestors...its gonna be a good time
you were trying to control your nosebleed while having someone hold your four loko while you drank it through a straw. all at the same time. that is commitment.
when was she peeing in the stairwell? why dont i remember this?
....because generally we only remember 40% of the night each, and have to fill eachother in. And that still leaves 20% that we will never know and its probably for the best
Sorry, they don't make maternity Power Ranger suits...
I have a very important question for you: what are some good rules to have if we want to turn the nfl draft into a drinking game?
Is cereal technically a soup?
Fuck, I'm high.
Micheal let me call him captain america while we fucked. It was awesome
My life. Always pantsless and occasionally topless.
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