I think I just was a dick to Paul Rudd.
Once you see the odd facial expressions and noises a guy makes while he is furiously beating off on top of you, it kind of puts things into perspective.
you told everyone your name was brenda and you had the whole party chanting b-dawgg by the end of the night. successful.
hey, here's something you don't have worry about since you're a girl: finding crusty cum in your bellybutton.
Her little brother was home, so we had to hook up while playing hide and seek with him
shit I'm tired of wearing other peoples clothes to bed
Puking in one of the stalls, a guy ran in and started puking in the other stall... In between heaves we told each other our names; i found out that it was my old best friend that moved away in the 8th grade
what if his mom answers? its like high school, but hes 30
I'd just like to inform all involved that walking into a liquor store holding a milk crate at the beginning of a night as stock ends badly
Well, we could've been at the bar taking a shot everytime my rash spread. But Noooooo. You had to go out with your non- girlfriend. Lame.
No it'll be my boobs and the luge part will be from my nipples. Everyone will be sucking beer from my perfectly sculpted and partially melted tits.
Is it bad that I'm using the photo I took for my fake ID as my linkedin profile pic?
There aren't enough words in the English language to fully describe how worried I am for your dick. And the rest of you, I suppose.
I hate when pubes grow back. My mons is a warzone.
i look like i'm walk-of-shaming but i'm really showered and re-clothed and rallying. i fool everyone
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