i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
i might have gotten away with it if "don't tase me bro!" wasn't the first thing i said when i rolled down my window.
you know the rule: 3 consecutive asian hookups makes you an asian fetish guy, no exceptions
how drunk are you?
What does that even mean anymore?
I woke up next to her this morning and couldn't remember her name. Luckily, she had written it on my hand so that I could add her on facebook.
He tried peeing out of the sunroof.
I'm sick of being broke. I had vicodin and frosting for lunch.
Also I may have a condom stuck inside me, but I won`t know til I check the couch coushions.
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I am day drunk. Get ready to see my dick.
We called dibs on each other's genitals. That bond is unbreakable.
Maybe it was that imaginary ghost dick you were stuffing in your mouth a minute ago
I want to preface this by saying nothing happened, nothing is on fire. It is mere speculation. Do we have a fire extinguisher?
I just revenge puked in his shoes. This is gonna be a fun night :)
But you''re still having sex with him. And a hobo convinced you to.
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