Those kids are glorified dude-bros. It's banal.
I puked in a mailbox on the way back from your house.
Funny thing- my attraction to each one is inversely proportional to his level of availability.
Whose surfboard did we steal and why is there a wood carving of a pelican in the fridge where the beer used to be?
i just won an entire level on word mole with the word 'clitoris'
I am literally missing a chunk of eyelashes. That's how fun it was.
its gotten to the point where if her hand isn't on my butt i think we're in a fight
He told me I have nice nipples. You can't just tell someone that and then leave the state!
You're an independent woman who is defined by her own actions and not by whether or not you have a man. You also have great tits.
I'm standing up, for my all my brothers and sisters, and fighting against whiskey dick.
I'm eating a block of cheese like its a sandwich in the tsa line
I parked in the SAE Fraternity lot and left a note that said if you don't tow me you will all get a blowjob.
Stacy was in the bathroom puking, so he peed out the window. We were eight stories up.
So, I can officially cross "getting eaten out in a church confession booth" off my bucket list.
I miss all the tiny banana hammocks... When can I go back to ogling? I can do it from a lot farther than six feet without any complaints.
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