Well I'm going to a gay club in my banana suit. You should come. My bro is going as a pirate. I don't know if there's a theme.
you kept wiggling your finger at everybody at the party telling us this is how he fingered me. you seemed pretty upset about it.
dude they had a "sorry for partying" wall in their house which consisted if all the hospital bills, tickets, detox receipts and court orders they've gotten. The ENTIRE wall was covered.
I've reached the slutty point of no return. And it feels like multiple orgasms and coke lines
Concert was great. Tackled the lead singer. Met him afterwards. He was cool about it.
So apparently nutella and chocolate body paint aren't actually the same thing.
Gross! What the hell is that?!?
It's quite clearly a man posing erotically with multiple packages of bacon.
You just want to live out all your fuck fantasies with all these girls through me. I know your game. Well played sir.
In my defense, who let the drunk girl run around with a sack of broken glass unsupervise?
The only way he could ever pleasure me is if he lit himself on fire and let me watch
I think I'm dead. Also I think I stole $20 from a stripper.
You did. Then gave it to me.
so I'm walking to my last final while opening my giant red bull and i look over to my right and the guy beside me had one too and was looking back at me. without missing a beat he pulls out a bottle of jager, pours half in mine, half in his and goes "cheers"....i'm not even mad i probably failed my final
Don't come up here. Strippers r crying.
All I remember was my mom walking through the door, and then me asking her if she wanted a hit.
No. It's going to be "I'm mad that it took you so long to get over here" angry sex.
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