At least we lost an hour tonight! Less time to make a fool of myself
shit is crazy. i just keep thinking that this kid growing inside Emily used to live in my balls.
In an effort to go green, I just used rainwater to fill my bong.
please hurry. your mom just evil laughed to herself in the kitchen like she's plotting my death.
She came in to my room half naked at 3am asking me if I had seen the movie balls deep 7
was it good sex?
i mean it was good for how drunk we were. and for how big the closet was
I'm so proud of us for fucking the same friend group before we met in a completely unrelated instance.
I saw him coke blaxckout on the subway at 9 this morning yelling at people callig himself the gatekeeper.
I got used. This is the happiest day of my life. I was just a huge cock and that is all she needed.
Based on the pics I have taken of hookups while they were passed out or sleeping, I have scientifically concluded that no two vagina lips are the same. They are like snowflakes.
I felt like a personal hot pocket and all I could taste was cigarettes.
My RA just sigh me high as fuck acting like a zombie and scratching at my door. Thoughts?
My vagina is no longer accepting new clients.
This drunk girl kept yelling for water so I dipped a cup in the toilet and gave it to her. She was thanking me all night.
I just mixed tangerine juice with sauv blanc. on an unrelated note, my episide of intervention is slated to run in April.
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