I need to remember that good judgment goes out the window after the 7th shot and the 3rd Lady GaGa song.
I remember seeing LSAT prep books and thinking "Whose room is this? I should be hooking up with them instead."
The dumpster is full of naked people swimming. I'm going to join.
You said your legs stopped working and then pulled yourself around the floor with your hands.
That explains the wood chips stuck in my nipples.
Please tell me there isn't another video of me on the toilet...
Except if I'm having sex. In which case you're in the bed with us or out of the room. No halfsie participation.
I've decided he is effectively a mouth, hands and cock held together by bad ideas and compliments, and I'm OK with that.
I got high with the cantor. Rethinking this whole non-practicing Jew thing.
Something about Sunday night screams phone sex
I need more social interactions that don't involve sex
No one should ever be so high that they forget the food. That's just...its a violation of God and Nature, of the very laws that we live by!
You were carrying a 6 ft lamp that we stole on your back yelling "OHANA MEANS FAMILY AND FAMILY MEANS NOBODY GETS LEFT BEHIND"
The last thing I remember is goading each other into a vodka-chugging competition.
I mean there are real risks associated with having unprotected sex, but I don’t think I need to worry about a ghost possessing me and having unprotected sex while using my body
How naked do you want me to be?
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