We should be called the Road Head Warriors
Nothing ended up happening last night because he couldn't get my overalls or fanny pack off. I woke up this morning with one strap over my overall shorts on, my fanny pack wrapped around my chest, and the baby doll still tied to my hand. Ugh white trash parties!
good. and stop kissing my girl you dirty slut.
i don't think she's still your girl..plus, she kept screaming "kiss me! i'm a lesbian!" last night so i think you're outta luck..
We walked because you started screaming when you finally realized he wasn't Ben Bailey and it wasn't the Cash Cab.
So she just apologized to the fire extinguisher.
Retelling stories from our semester makes me realize we need to get tested for herpes.
Last thing I remember was you straddling a guy in a wheelchair on the dance floor.
You drunk invited us to do an intervention for you.
Well right now I am watching him use the fire extinguisher off the pourch.
I dunno what he did but it both burns and feels amazing to pee
I apparantly wanted to name her baby garbage
It's like some sort of initiation to finger one of them... so I did it. And got high fived afterwards like a dozen times.
Those were right hand only?
Maybe I'm nitpicking, but that looked more like how one would jerk off an elephant than it did playing air guitar.
What's his name?? He crossfits 6 times a week, works in finance & is into the occasional felony class drug. His name is irrelevant in order to know if I wanna bone him again.
I'm not sure... How do you tell someone who was so smashed they couldn't remember shoving their dick into the fireplace that their mother actually witnessed the whole thing?
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