I don't know what you were told but i for sure didn't sleep with any one but steve's couch.
The best feeling....farting and having the bubble hit your balls
I've walk of shamed through this apartment complex so many times, I think people think I live here.
All he said was "Yeah, there's a lot of air down there. And penis."
Just faked two orgasms bc I had too much wine and remembered mid sex that I bought doritos yesterday.
Step 1: drink. 2: drink more. 3: go for it. 4a: success. 4b: drink more. 5. drink. 6. go for other girls. 7. drink more. Sound good?
And they were awkwardly all over each other in a Christian way.
My sister texted me to say she just found a corn on the cob in her purse from last night. You need to party with us more.
Not even official and he's cleaned my puke twice. His hotdog skills are an added bonus. I've got a keeper
First encounter with a mirco peen. I was confused when he said he doesnt go down on girls. Cmon dude, practice on a peach.
My poor liver. I drank enough on NYE to sustain an alcohol addiction for the entirety of 2015.
I don't care if his family has ties to the mafia, you go over there, ride his dick until it breaks off, put his dick back on, and keep on riding. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Thanks for the support, sis.
Yea. You locked yourself outside naked with nothing but running shoes and claimed it was a "parent trap thing."
WTF. I was 99% sure I went straight home last night. I just woke up hugging a chair, and my tux pocket has a flask filled with what I think is red bull and gatorade. This has to be your doing.
Not gonna make it. His stripper neighbors are playing a Super Bowl drinking game that involves removing my clothes
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