I puked in a mailbox on the way back from your house.
I didnt attack him, I heard I threw a chair at him- big difference. And you know Im not a creep so whatever
I totally thought the tree was playing the guitar
i didn't know you could wash puke off of bras with a dishwasher.
We're playing Edward Bottle-of-eight-dollar-sale-wine-hands now
3rd rule of buttsex she must be clean and shower recently
and skipped dinner
drunk taco night MLK would want it this way.
Riding on an electric horse at the grocery store... dunno how that conversation went but I hope you picked up a 12 pack.
He recognized me by my ass from about 15 yards away. I must have a REALLY nice ass.
And then he posed under the bed and said, "you should draw me like one of your french girls." Why do they keep giving this kid drugs?
And then, I saw the prophecy come to fruition. It was the Dick of Destiny.
I told him we could fuck whenever was concurrent for both of us
I'm in my math teacher's garage hiding right now because I fucked his son last night. It's fine
I still judge her for aggressively trying to get coke from my date but pretty cool that she's a black belt
She puked on the floor because she said she really liked to clean.
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