drunk tastebuds have low standards.
I was more traumatized by the table collapsing while i was going down on you.
i figure now that we're number one party school im obligated to black out at least 4 days a week. andddd go.
yeah we were the ones eating jello shots out of the back of a jeep in the bar parking lot
after giving head I just always feel like I need like. ice cream. as both a means of getting the lingering sperm out of my mouth, and a congratulations.
Like an undercooked grilled cheese that got cold again. But hairy.
And there goes my desire for sandwiches. Forever.
I came in shy and timid. By the end of the night I hulked out broke two lamps, their coffee table, some plates, and still had sex.
We have a little not a lot. We already rolled a blunt and named him Ron.
How hard is it to grasp the concept of 'I lost an impromptu saber bout and so I have to make a macaroni map of Soviet Russi, including Kazicstan'!?
What kind of terrible faithless God would allow vodka and one ply toilet paper to coexist?
Literally sucked a dick for ten seconds before I said to myself, this tiny ass penis isn't worth it. My night last night
he was like tryna hang and chat and I was like dude there's an iguana in this room
You're at a grade school volley ball game with a yeti of tequila. You've passed extra
She looked like a cross between Jesus and John Lennon. So I fucked her. I feel majestic and powerful.
After this weekend my vagina will follow his penis anywhere. It’s like the pied piper, but with penis
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