I'm having post traumatic stress flashbacks of last night. That big. Don't know whether to call him again or change my name...
we made it to hole 3 and then just sat down on the fairway and finished off our case....cheered on other golfers as we let them play through.
Apparently I've been blackout drunk doing abstract algebra on the floor
So ive narrowed my options down to getting food or masturbating. Don't judge me
I'm so tired of waking up with my bed full of deli meats.
library dates and plan B? He is looking like a great catch.
dude, you were feeling up her boob for 20 minutes in front of the guy she was hitting on because you and her had an argument over who had bigger boobs.
hey man, it was for science okay.
All I know is I was dancing to Shakira in his alley and I think rubbing my junk on his car door.
You know it's a good Halloween party when a guy wearing a light-up sombrero offers you blow.
I can't even express how horny I am. The English language isn't equipped for what I'm plotting.
Did you drink ALL that 151??
No. We drank all the jaeger... Then used the 151 to start the fire. We're also out of paper towels... And your hairspray is flammable.
You've been dating this guy for a month now and as your best friend I have to complain that I still don't how big his dick is.
Stay away a while longer.
Still not sure if they're cops or strippers.
He went down on me for like 30 min and honestly half the time I thought about those videos where people can smash watermelons with their legs and I just wanted to do that to his skull
How you run into a glAss door three times in a row I do not know
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