There are traffic cones in the living room. One of them is yours.
We basically counted to 3 and then dumped each other.
You said you were collecting Asians for your Kate Gosselin costume.
Best walk of shame ever. Not only did I not remember his name or the fact that we fucked, they all watched as I tried to get into 3 cars that werent mine
Oh and I threw up on myself...
It's one of the reasons i'm here, along with emotional support, physical support if you need it, and power orgasms.
And I'm PMSing. So if I'm not crying, I'm masturbating.
I woke up to her staring at me in a corner moaning over and over again about how good the pie crust tasted
He has an intense fear that my cat will attack his balls while we're fucking
Whiskey and an unstable home life is apparently the fountain that 20-something boys like to drink from.
You were fine, but your knee injury definitely came from interpretive dancing like a gay fairy with lead wings all around the Mission St BART. Everyone thought you were on drugs.
You were throwing cups at people in the basement, yelling at them to get out of your swamp.
Happy 4th. Did you guys get your syphilis thing taken care of?
There's glitter all over his bed from my Pink VS panties... I think I might invest in similar styles as a way of marking my territory just incase.
and that's when you shouted "ahh motherland" as you streaked down hall 4B
I took it as a sign from the lord above that she wanted me to creep on these men.
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