There are traffic cones in the living room. One of them is yours.
no ping pong balls so we're playing beer pong with an ornament. you can't tell me that's not festive.
I spent an hour trying to convert bar outfits to church outfits. Its hard.
I tried giving you a bj last night and all you could manage was "Haha that tickles" and "in the morning"
He drew a face on his balls with a sharpie. It was like giving head to a unicorn.
You're just mad that I don't wanna have dugout sex with you
I'm eating a piece of cake like an apple. At least my thought process is healthy.
nothing like a walk of shame in front of a cnn news crew to start the morning off right
I'll never forget how blunt of a wingman you were. "Excuse me, my friend wants to makeout with someone"
Also, any YOLOwl-related sex photos will result in you winning ten orgasms, courtesy of myself, as well as sweets and bacon-based dinner. All entrants welcome
So I've been spending my morning trying to figure out if there's a corealation between Wednesday margarita night and the boat that's now in my living room.
So I almost broadcasted the porn from my phone to the boardroom chrome cast
There's lube and condom packets all over the street we missed something awesome.
college girl with braces trying to flirt with you...time to go
He was someone so memorable that I'd completely forgotten he'd existed up to and during the encounter
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