My t9 writes chubies instead of bitches.
either way. win, win.
Ross. Joey. Chandler. Who would you do?
Margaritas ran out of lime juice. Substituted Jaeger. Jaegerita not good.
FYI you just passed out mid-blow job. Consider this my letter of resignation.
I don't know what happen last night but the fact that it's 9 am and I need to put my dick in something means it didn't go as planned.
he will always be the guy i fucked in the hallway.
Fuck morning classes and our weekday drinking habits.
Is it hot in here? Is the room moving? Its moving. The room is moving. Its spinning like a top. Have you ever been covered in puke? What are you doing?
He turned down jacuzzi sex. He cares more about my vagina than i do.
Between the hair pulling and the choking its its more like combat than sex
Sorry I have an "Operation Iraqi Freedom" fantasy
Let us do this. Tomorrow night is thirsty Thursday. Let us drink whiskey from the bottle and have men in plastic gloves inscribe permanent images of each others faces onto our buttocks.
Is this one of those "if you didnt give such good head we couldn't be friends" moments?
I wasn't that drunk, I know my limits. When peeing became difficult I stopped taking shots.
I love when groups of boys part so I can walk through. It's like a red sea of penises, and I am their Moses.
If walking through the neighborhood with a bottle of tequila and margarita mix is postgrad life, I'm okay with it
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