I woke up naked, with 10 visible bite marks and a black eye. I'm just going to assume that it was a good night.
There are dudes in kilts outside my window practicing fire breathing with cheap vodka and a modified grill lighter. I thought you should know.
Standards? I'm sitting on his couch eating microwaved ramen wearing his wife's t-shirt. I don't remember what having standards even feels like.
We waved. But it was a "let's hook up" wave.
Dude. It's not even nine. I don't know yet.
Drink number four. Don't even tell me about its not even nine
Let me begin to explain the rest of last night by beginning with saying that out if necessity I took a pair of your underwear
The last thing I remember was naked hot tub and taking a shot and using the hot tub water as a chaser. Not acceptable.
everything in the house taste like gin even the water, friday nite was a success
I definitely don't have enough experience with hookers to be in this group text anymore.
The notary thing was a good idea. I can charge $2 per signature. I'm currently being paid in beer.
WHAT KIND OF DEALER ONLY WORKS FRI-SUN???
Ours, apparently.
Let the clothes fall where they may.
Why are we so out going and care free I can't wait for maturity to kick in so we stop having 700 dollar bar tabs
last final went out with a bang.. 20 min late bra-less, cum in my hair and i still cant find my shoes.
You sent me a pic of you peeing in two separate directions
and like half a dozen dick pics
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