I'm thinking we should try to start remembering stuff we do. Althought I kinda like feeling like Nancy Drew the next morning.
More like the Hardy Boys cause its kinda like a team effort.
better yet, through the bookshelves. like an intellectual glory hole
You ever get that 6th sense feeling in your dick like you know its gonna get sucked later?
Imagine the time you most wanted to kill yourself. Now add a room full of jail bait and no booze. Multiply that by a million.
Housekeeping just called to see if we were okay bc they came in the room earlier and we didn't move.
Note to self: You can't deep fry cheese-its.
Peanut butter balls.
IF YOU EVEN COME NEAR MY BALLS AGAIN I SWEAR TO GOD
Like her Facebook page isn't even hers. It belongs to her tits. It's Titsbook
Then you bent down and whispered, "excuse me mr. Stair, could you please stop moving?"
If magic marker is safe for kids, it should be safe for cats...right?
I was out of breath when we were getting started and he offered me his inhaler so he's a keeper
Well... This is my last night at the resort. So far, the only thing that has been in my vagina is sand.
It was like sex on an active volcano surrounded by the night sky and bloodhounds. And by that I mean it was nice.
lets face it, we have a liquor cabinet with a designated chocolate shelf
I need to hurry up and get over my feelings for him so next year's tipsy reunion sex won't be clouded by emotions.
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