So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
you grabbed his arm with one hand and the bottle of smirnoff with the other and headed off to your room you were on a mission
also since I use google voice my ads in gmail switched to DUI services after this conversation
Just found my old bop it. So many drinking game possibilities
I woke up to the sound of gentle rain, only to realize I was laying under a urine trough in the men's restroom. Fuck you, bourbon. Fuck you.
I'm afraid you are becoming too bourgeois with your switch from boxed wine to bottled.
So this whole chlamydia situation totally puts a damper on my back to school sex schedule, there's just no way of knowing who of them was the perpetrator... Time for new candidates
Get a piano. I want to have sex on it.
I would love a rich wife. Then I would be like a gym teacher or some shit. Bigfoot hunter maybe.
Can we talk about how i am holding a tupperware container of my own puke in the back of my grandparents car while my sister drives
He uses Bing as his search engine...but he's great in bed. So obviously I'm torn.
I'm now consulting a magic eight ball on all major life decisions. On another note I think I have chlamydia.
The twitch Bob Ross stream is the happiest little hangover cure ever.
I think my biggest regret in life is not banging you in the science museum
Only thing that feels right is being horizontal in the fetal position
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