I threw a jar of pickles out the window at a police car, why was that not a good enough reason to put me to bed?
Idk. I woke up marinating in beer on my beanbag. Idk what you mightve done.
You dont realize corn stalks will cut until you run from the cops through a corn field.
I barely even remember him. He is just a distant beard in my past.
I dunno. Last time I went there I had got sexually propositioned by a Belgian prince.
He ran into the room yelling "attack! Attack!", jumped on top of me on the air mattress, popped the air mattress, and then we had victory sex, because he was proud of popping it.
I was ok with it until you started yelling " just the tip!" I know she's you gf but don't backseat drive the three-way.
There is a guy in class using a wine bottle as a water bottle. Welcome to the Faculty of Environment.
To this day, I regret not having sex in the bathroom
I'm gonna forget you just shared your personal blowjob aesthetic with me and move on
I feel like an involuntary Mother Theresa. I DON'T WANT TO BE ABSTINENT!
The highlight of the trip was definitely my dad telling me that I "used to be his prettiest daughter."
At least your vagina gets to vagina again. Dust that thing off.
He tripped and fell all the way to the ground and then stood right back with out spilling a drop of his 3/4 full glass of rum and coke. It was like watching something from the matrix
Im about to get an ultrasound of my balls. I hate waiting. Its the worst.
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