I had so many friends before that round of Never Have I Ever.
I buy you gas. You blow me. Economics.
we traced the origins of this shit fest of a relationship back to a single instance of road head. then we did a reinacment
I feel like the only phrases I can clearly speak while drunk consist of: i'm fucking drunk, chug, and shots
I was wondering how I got the burn marks on my boobs and then I remembered....
The baked potato bra?
I was less embarrassed asking him to torrent the teen mom's porn. I'm not gonna ask him to about season 4 of PLL.
Also I've come to learn that "type" and "fetish" are different things. Apologies for earlier confusion.
with hottub sex, handcuffs, Pocahontas themed lap dances, and eating pumpkin pie off each other, I'm gonna say thanksgiving will be a success ;)
No fair. I need a fuck buddy to entertain me till the power comes back on
Um, It's tempting but I'm not into coke or farmers.
So I think I've successful blown my foot off in a way that's going to make you call me an idiot.
There were firefighters and a fire truck up the street. I asked what was wrong and their exact words were "Just a tiny explosion; it'll be all right"
Drunk you wants to be petty, not you you.
WAIT this kid is eating yogurt with a fucking ladle. what is happening?
Can you please bring the nipple sombrero up?
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