The worst part was when my mom got more drunk than anyone else and started doing the Time Warp.
it was literally the size of a crayloa marker. i didnt know what to do with it so i just sat there
I've been meaning to ask you. The first night in the city did we do key bumps with a suicidal homeless man? My memory is fuzzy
I cleaned out the fridge, had to pound the brews. I am going to be wrecked for my final at 1
full cup flip cup was not exactly the reason I wanted to tell the cops when I was sleeping on the curb
some fat dude with wolverine facial hair just walked out of your room with a snuggie. explanation needed.
Maybe. This hangover is made of nightmares and that thing from the Alien movies.
I wouldn't be surprised. You and I have basically synced up our brain chemistry by doing drugs together in the same way that two girls would sync their menstrual cycles by sharing a house.
I was grinding on people that were grinding. Nonconsensual.
How do I say "I still wanna hook up w you but I don't wanna see your penis via text ever again" through a snapchat
He's hot and has an accent therefore you don't ask questions when he tells you to take your pants off.
Well, my mom found the ball gag and whip. Looks like I'm never going home again.
Dick is healthier for you than green beans
Btw, how did you break into my room, and why did you decide that covering the mushrooms with a blanket was more secure than a lock on my door?
Not having a reliable dick in is getting expensive. I’ve had to replace 3 vibrators since Mike and I split up
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