Did I get blown in the bathroom? Yes. Did she throw up cranberry juice on my shorts? Yes. Did she finish the job? Yes.
it's circumsized.
I think this conversation is over.
The camp director doesn't care if we drink and i'm running the rifle range. Someone is going to get sued.
Stop selling my mother weed! She's annoying as hell when she's stoned.
My rats are drinking wine. I am drinking with rats. God i am so alone.
Not sure if this is better or worse than the discovery that bourbon and hot chocolate is a viable combo
fuck your need to drink for whitney a thousand times last night.
I wasn't trying to be rude when I hurriedly walked past you, but I can not put in to words exactly how bad I had to shit.
You always seem to be able to bribe me with tequila and Mac and cheese. This relationship of ours will cause me health problems someday.
It wasnt until i started dancing that i realized i pissed myself dude. I dont think shes gonna call me back.
I'm over my straight phase. They all turned out to be idiots and none of them got me off. I'm going back to hot girls with strap ons.
I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that it may incriminate me
ANNA YOU PEED ON THE STREET. LIKE NOT EVEN SUBTLY. YA JUST SQUATTED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HIGHWAY. And you flashed your tits to oncoming vehicles to try to get them to pick us up
I see myself subsisting on tequila for the next several days.
It'd be good to change things up a bit, right now the only public service I'm doing from my apt is hanging out in my underwear with the lights on.
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