So how was last night?
Let's just say I danced with the devil
Huh?
I'm going to Hell for sure
dont quote avril lavinge. im to drunk.
just watched her puke in her purse and put it back on the bar. then half hour later put her hand in her bag to get a pen to give me her number. I bet she is game for anything
if i found out she had a dick after i got head, does that still make me gay?
it's like your virginity...sometimes you have to pretend like it's still there
He had a seizure when i was giving him head. for a second i was thinking i was doing a spectacular job
i wish i coudl send you meat via computure
im trying to stop thinking of him and his amazing dick. every time i do i snap myself with a rubber band. classical conditioning at its finest...and you said i wouldnt learn anything from psychology.
I had to photo shop your nipple piercings. that was extremely awkward.
I had to explain to my dentist that my tooth was chipped because we designated my mouth as the official way to open beer. I feel like our level of partying is no longer socially acceptable.
Its not like i paid for sex. She was stuck there, we simply exchanged rides.
I would have gladly let him decapitate me with the way he was biting on my neck.
We're walking, taxis are a waste of money that can be spent on alcohol.
she was braiding my hair and singing forever young while she vommed everywhere at the same time. Talent.
What happened to my knees?
You ate shit in front of the homeless people. They applauded.
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