Cleveland boys shit in their own pumpkins in their own living room. Got pictures to prove it.
I just had a dream where Bob Saget recognized me from when I hung out with him in a dream I had months ago.
yeah, but the likliness of me finding my husband at a party where the facebook event is titled "NEW YEARS EVE SHIT SHOW" is highly unlikely
DO NOT GO IN OUR BATHROOM. it cannot be unseen
It felt like Party Santa dropped by and gave us two more 18-packs.
I realized after pounding back 151 and head banging into each other to "the drop" of that dub step song, that we weren't meant to have boyfriends at this point in time.
I thought he was having it in Athens. Alright. Have fun. Please save my dignity and refrain from talking about my boobs and sexual "abilities". If I have any. I just feel like they are going to ask. Repeat after me. And repeat it 5 more times. This is going to be the phrase you're going to rely on tonight: "I can neither deny or confirm such actions."
Best orgasm I ever had! I though we totally connected and I asked him to stay over. He went back to the sigma chi house and returned with his blankie and a 40. please help
The walk home lasted longer than the sex. He lives in the flat above the bar.
Sarah was butt-chugging wine and diarrhea'd all over the wall
Did you really eat 10 ice cream cones today?
It was tough but I powered through it.
Pretty sure I have a sex related back injury. I'm not sure if I should be proud or ashamed.
whoevers yellow car is in your driveway right now... i plan to steal. just an FYI
It seems that I didn’t convey clearly enough how well and truly fucked we are, Jack. Listen to me very closely: we are DEAD.
No pussy. I don't care what time of year it is you do not look tough wearing sandals. Honestly you look like a high school guidance counselor.
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