Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
I had just got her shirt off when I realized that I was about to fuck Chewbacca from Star Wars. The way she moaned confirmed that I was.
Disney World has no open container laws. Ohmygod this place is even cooler than it was when I was ten.
I just saw a girl walking up the hill with a little red wagon full of booze... I want to be in her study group.
So far we've hooked up on a pool table, on a public bathroom counter and now in a little league baseball dugout. We haven't even made to a house yet.
You were on shrooms and "the trees are crazy green!" is all you could manage.
My roommate has gone Christmas crazy. It looks like Jack Frost came all over my living room. Wanna come fuck me in the fake snow by the fireplace?
She stumbled into class and Google image searched nipple piercings for the entire 75 minutes
Then that means he's outwardly conservative. Inwardly he's a total gay horndog. He's like a spy that can ruin conservative plans.
I want to change all my life goals to that.
At some point the phrase "I've hit rock bottom" stopped having a meaning and became my general state of life
Tears For Fears is the only thing getting me through life at this moment.
i didnt realize that your first thought would be SEXUALIZING BREAD
Ohhhhhh, that night......I need to stop drinking, almost all of my conversations that take place Wed thru Sun after 8:30 are one blurry haze.
Watching a guy pay his tab with a check. Jesus dude...
He ate me out while I stood on his bed drinking a Rainier.
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