Its ok relax. i can tell ur gonna start raggin. talk 2 u next week
I'm way too drunk on a Sunday to handle this level of Jesus.
walking through the french quarter. a homeless guy just offered me a pigeon. gotta love new orleans.
when life gives you lemons, puke and rally.
As a general rule, drunkenness and gymnastics do not mix.
You tried to put a condom on my dog, then he ate it.
Or stump rather since he's possibly large. Large penises don't have tips, just blunt ends of battering rams.
yeah the cable guy is coming and everybody is hiding all the pieces in the house. we are up to thirty two. like a fun game of smokable scavener hunt.
Hooked up to multiple episodes of Even Stevens last night. What the fuck.
If I could run through a field of Reece's and Oreos, dive off a milkfall into a bowl of cereal. My Life would complete.
also, am i correct in guessing that advertising the size of my hypothetical penis is a turnoff to him?
I am never drinking with the goths again.
I keep track of what day of the week it is by my recent destinations on my nav system. \nRight now it's: booty call, bar, booty call, brunch, bar, church so that must mean we are getting close to Sunday when we start the rotation all over again.
I don't remember anything beyond the drinking game but I woke up in my own pee this morning so I'm just gonna go out on a limb and say I overdid it.
I need a rain check on breakfast. A frat boy said it was his dream to sleep with a MILF, I made his dream come true and he made me cum
There is no way I’m wasting 21 year old morning wood
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