i just got a UPS package from a name and address i dont know, with one of my thongs in it. no recollection.
Me hooking up with her is like rush being president. Bad news.
we black-lighted her bedspread and it looked like a jackson pollock painting.
dude i dont realllllly have to fuck her do i? its just a mess down there and i think im gonna cry
Actually, all he talks about is how great the sex is with her and how crappy you were at it. Stop being a bitch and gossiping masking it as self-righteousness.
I am going to be the most sexually active ladybug that he has ever seen
Having him eat chocolate out of you is not as romantic as it sounds. I'm still finding pieces.
It's sad really how 5 am brings with it a distinction from drunken to pathetic.
She threw up in my garbage can last night and walked home with it this morning so she could clean it out...
She is dropping it off on the way to the bar at 7.
I apologize in advance for attempting to drunkenly hookup with your sister
Well the police had to intervene and I couldn't exactly feel my legs by the end of the night, but I'd say it was a successful Friday night.
Irrelevant. Does he have queso? That's the real question.
How big of a disservice to the economy would we be doing if we didn't drink every day holiday break?
I think we can say happy hour is successful when you have frosting and southern comfort in your hair.
seriously considering getting an electric blanket rather than sleeping with guys this winter for warmth.
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