I dont remember anything after Tequila & Apple Juice. May have disovered the recipe for mental bleach.
similar to the time we made up the game of screaming at the top of our lungs any time a guy any of us slept with walked into the party. that went over SO well.
Found out my brother is now my eskimo brother...One of my proudest times as a brother
apparently he couldn't remember my name so he refereed to me as whats-her-boobs and everyone knew that it was me he was talking about
The key to alley sex is drunkeness.
Her vagina smelled like pancake batter. That's all you need to know.
I will no longer accept being cock blocked in my own bed.
in case you were wondering, even a BJ under a blanket on the back of a bus only lifts a 14-hour bus ride to borderline tolerable.
I actually took a sword out of your hands. You were samurai slashing lemons to make chasers.
That's what you get for dating construction workers you meet in tunnels.
Would "deck the halls with penises " be an appropriate event title? I know peni is the plural but flow of the tongue as well
am i new drunk or am i still drunk
Well anyways I still cant believe I don't remember such a monumental day in history as you showing me your boobs... Jesus
i just wanted have a romantic star gaze moment with him. untill he let out a massive fart.
No one can touch me, I'm made of fruit.
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