D3 body, D1 cock
We were so bored at work tonight that we were in dry storage taking turns pouring the boxed wine we use for cooking into each others' mouths. I think I'm starting to understand the "problem" aspect of "drinking problem."
I don't fucking care about the convenience of not having freudian slips. I spent 2009-2011 screwing around with 3 different Daniels. 2012 WILL be the dawn of a new day
How about a mike?
Already had two of those
gave him road head on the way to his grandparents house. purposely didn't let him finish, the sexual tension over turkey was indescribable.
I'm eating cheerios out of the palm of my hand while I pee with the door open. Is this adulthood?
Yea he called the cop officer fonzarelli and asked him if he was mad because happy days was off the air. Boom, beaten and arrested
It was like the devil him self busted his red hot satanic nuts all over my face and burned my eyes out of my innocent sockets.
Why is it every time you ask me what I'm doing, I'm at a police station?
Just remembered when I first started going down on him he goes "ok now I feel a little better about the broncos losing"
I had jack at 8 am= instant drunk
I miss my teeeeeeeeth. They're in a bag in my hand.
My phone has started autocorrecting "monogamy" to "monogamish"
Only I could dislocate my ribcage coaching volleyball and still want to get drunk tonight.
Lesson Learned: It's not a party until someone pisses their pants.
Wakes up in a cold sweat at 3am, 136 unread messages and the preview on the notification is "I JUST GOT TO THE INCEST PART"
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