Currently in a meeting. i am playing the not throw up game. god i hope i dont lose.
I heard from multiple reliable sources that she doesn't have a gag reflex. Of course I'm going to try to go home with her.
how are pickles made is in the google history again... why do you always wonder that, and forget the answer?
He went down on me in his escalade and his dick is bigger than my forearm. I'm never going back to white guys.
I tried to show my boob for free volcano tacos at taco bell last night. Not boobs. Just boob. The manager wasn't allowing it.
you tried turning the bar into a spelling b competition last night and every time someone couldn't spell something you would make them chug.
You puked on my feet last night. You owe me a pedicure.
It gives me purpose in life to help fulfill nerdy fantasies. Like I'm doing something good for mankind and having multiple orgasms in the process.
Let's play another riveting game of "Whose boxers are hanging on my fence?"
The last thing I remember is goading each other into a vodka-chugging competition.
I can't get the smell of burned penis out of the house
It's the third day of class and I got told I smell like a distillery.
It's going to be like a slumber party but with ketamine
What am I doing? I'm usually only attracted to horrible people.
I gotta stop fucking the bouncers. We are running out of bars to go to.
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