Having a conversation over beer pong about a threesome I participated in...it's only Wednesday
um. i met him on myspace...we text now, he lives down the street
I knew I had to get an abortion when his toddler sister came up to hug my leg and I kicked her off saying, "Get off, fucker."
No, you can still breathe under the balls.
So guy #2, the dancer, is programmed into my phone under the name H.uy. His number- 11 digits. I should have stopped drinking.
his dick is like his red hair, amazing but useless
then again I'm sitting on a tree stump completely naked in the dark listening to some type of glee soundtrack.
No. I didn't know. I thought mid afternoon shots meant the day could only get better.
Sometimes you gotta say "hey, its been a long semester. Let's puke before 10"
I thought we were but then I freaked myself out. So I kind of geared him up for take off and then cancelled the launch
I found him in the kitchen singing German metal into a banana while simultaneously mixing brownie batter. He didn't have any pants on.
Not as great as when your drunk mom grabbed my junk, but better than when your sober grandma sacktapped me and grabbed my butt.
Hillary said in her victory speech "We're gonna come together". I've got a lib-boner.
He's going to be in the air guitar championships in june. Need I say more.
send nudes
from the living room?
Randomize
