I puked in a mailbox on the way back from your house.
smell my finger.
I don`t remember Saturday, actually
Its ok, i dont remember 2007
drunken yoga. on the beach. senior week. you have been chosen <3
all 3 of us brought blondes home last night. all 3 are passed out. we're gonna switch rooms and see how long until one of them notices.
No. And Marissa said shitting in the handicap bathroom at work does not get you into the club. You have to shit yourself. She said.
I figure that my generation of my family needs an alcoholic. I'll take that burden.
I fell into his fridge. I want to leave.
I lost a shoe at the club last night, I think that's when I decided to go home.
"She's seriously grinding on him while whispering into his ear, 'take me to McDonald's.'"
Jimmy johns delivers to the bar behind work. Happy vodka day!
You came out of your room naked under your open robe with a mouth full of brownie on a stick and grabbed a fistful of fruit loops and shoved them into your already full mouth.
I was gonna jerk off, but then I thought about that movie last night and it killed that idea. I have serious boner trauma.
I accidentally sent a snap of my puss with the Republican filter... Totally killed his boner
I am going to constantly be reminded of you for the next couple of days because of how sore my vagina is. It's just the price I have to pay.
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