he knocked over the vodka and juice...picks up the cup and says "yes", takes the last sip...doesnt even worry about the mess all over the floor and we continue having sex.
Just found a "how to get laid" book on the dresser and am now a victim of method number 16 corollary 7.
in light of our recent drunken behavior, i think it's time we seriously consider hiring ourselves a babysitter.
Oh, and no balcony sex...trust me.
There is literally a guy in my class with a gallon of water and a trophy.
Is there any chance I can see you without pouring vodka on your head?
just to let you know its hard to talk to your father while being fingered up against a car..
Please be advised that because of last year's "incident" we will no be starting St. Pat's day with spicy breakfast burritos and car bombs. Please plan accordingly.
The less money I spend on drugs, the happier my mom will be.
Felt like shit, jerked off, felt ten times better. Being a guy rules. It's like I got all the demons out in 5 minutes.
the last thing i remember was the norwegian kid tacking a bag of wine to the ceiling, then boom! shower drain.
He started saying the pledge of allegiance so his boner would go down. Merica.
I never thought I could be this turned on by a man wearing racoon tails.
I swear I get as excited about the sound of a condom wrapper as my cat gets when she's getting a can of food.
I just want to get high and watch Dr. Pimple Popper.
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