yah I made NO friends last night. at one point i think i replaced talking with spitting
just fucked my old babysitter, gotta love block parties
Starting drinking whiskey at eight. Already had ten girls looking up my kilt to make sure I'm wearing it right.
I apparently spent $173 at the bar last night. The proof is in the vomit on my pillow and the receipt I tried to clean it up with.
That's science, my friend. Boner science.
I can't wait. Forget the royal wedding. This is the most anticipated hookup of 2011.
We fucked in your water heater closet. Told you we'd try everywhere.
The only thing that was weird was that it WASN'T weird when she got out of the shower and saw me blowing him.
he peed on his own floor last night after we left the bar. pretty much sums up how i feel about the evening
If I were you I'd use my green card to do more coke and less talking
Once you mention butt plugs, conversations always take a turn for the worst.
He woke me up at 3 am, turned me on, then changed his mind. There is no way he is getting out of twilight now.
well, at the moment I'm sleeping in someone's closet in a buzzlightyear snuggie, so I can't judge,
I threw up in my brother's Easter basket
I'm eating an ice cream cone and pooping. Don't know how I'm gonna wipe.
Randomize
