We all just poured out a sip of our drinks for you. One for our pussy whipped homie.
This is a mass text. Does anyone know where I am?
Instead of asking if I had a condom she literally said " I'm not on the pill but I'm pro choice... your move"... I'm in love
my brother is a facebook fan of two things: God, and Rhianna. if he's not a prime example of the rare "baptist closeted gay," i don't know who is.
And then I'm going to yell into her vagina and see if it echoes
votings over. no more wacking it to anti christine o'donnell ads
You stood up gave the stripper 15 ones in a wad, hugged her and then sat back down.
I have to fuck proof my bed. It was in the middle of the room this time.
She sprinted out of the bathroom and ran all the way into the middle of the street. Five minutes later she came back with a banana nut muffin. She's that kind of drunk.
I no longer see him as a simple set of male genitalia attached to a very sexy body. The title "trophy fuck" seems wrong. Damn.
This is a great bar, except you can't even randomly burst into song without them assuming you're drunk and cutting you off.
I don't know what to say to that. All I know is my vagina is trying to jump through the phone.
He used the term 'cock-staggering' in an email. So needless to say things are going pretty well.
We stole a Christmas tree from the student center and then decorated it with everything we stole from parties... All I have to say is Feliz Navidad!
I’ve lost count of how many disciplines of science this conversation about Harry Potter has gone through.
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