The only requirement is that his name is Kevin... All other factors don't matter to drunk me. Drunk me likey Kevins.
ill be fine wheb you get back. I'm gunna do real world things like washing the dishes. having to perform serious tasks brings you down.
The penis is a tricky weapon to use. When using it as leverage you have to make it seem emotional. I'd rather use it as a club sometimes.
I didn't ask for a picture of your soft dick.
Dont really know what happened near the end, Pockets were filled with skittles though
Carving a pumpkin in a gay bar at 2am. How did my life get to be this way.
He said "you speak American pretty good for a Canadian" and it took everything in me to still fuck him. Dry spell ended btw
It probably would have happened but I just can't picture myself losing my virginity while laying on top of his Quiksilver duvet set.
Dude. Photoshop a Santa hat on your mug shot and send it as your Christmas cards.
I asked him to explain what he meant by "hooking up" in paragraph form
YO I WASNT TRYING TO MAKE A PASS AT YOU.... Or Jesus
Have you ever tried to have sex with a fairy? My penis is literally bigger than her.
He fucked me over, so I'm going to do what any rational woman does. I'm going to get really high and have sex with his brother.
Ever get that feeling that you're the back up booty call and half way through securing the fake date excuse to try to get in your pants, the guy hears back from the original booty call and drops the conversation with no explanation?
What the hell was that?
Genius. It was sheer genius.
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