Her bacne/racne was so bad it was like having sex with bubble wrap.
Tonights theme there is the 7 deadly sins. Greed, envy, sloth, gluttony, sluttiness, fellatio and vodka.
I fell asleep on the bus and woke up in Italian Las Vegas. Europe was a successful continent for me.
Whenever I walk away from the group without saying anything, NEVER assume I'm just going to the bathroom.
Dude that's beautiful. I've never heard of someone smoking with their bunny.
I feel like I have a connection with him. A marijuana-induced-spiritual connection.
No dude, he just dipped his cigarette info ranch dressing and lit it. He's said he normally doesn't do that but it's Memorial Day.
Jesus Christ. If I were a normal sex-having person, I'd think I was knocked up. I'm cycling through emotions like I'm in a decathlon to crazy.
Great sex, the promise of us mixing our excellent genetics in the future, and access to drugs are mainly what's holding this relationship together at the moment
I was going down on her and she started whistling "Whistle while you work." I'm in love.
I'll just tell you, some how when we were having sex on Friday my collarbone got fractured.
I may have broke the toilet masturbating. On a positive note the floor is really clean now.
It's Friday you fucking nerd of course I'm drunk.
Such a big mess for such a small penis
Only I could dislocate my ribcage coaching volleyball and still want to get drunk tonight.
Call me Sherlock Holmes, bitch.
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