GM filed for bankruptcy, all the dealerships closed, and it's june and I'm in jeans and a sweatshirt and I'm cold. What is the point of living in this state anymore?
champagne bombs. Yes, i think that is where things may have gotten out of control.
I'll just get wasted and start throwing myself at men. Someone's bound to take the bait
We really need to check into harvesting part of our liver now
I think I broke a hole in her wall trying to do backflips
I think I fixed my testicle. That's why I didnt pay $25 for a doctor to do it
We put your drunk ass to bed. 10 minutes later we heard you scream "DICK-PUNCH!!!" It was immediately followed by a shriek of pain and crying. So to answer your question; no, that's not "sex soreness".
after the fucking you spent twenty minutes vomiting naked and shaking your dick at my roommates. luckily, i don't remember that, or i'd have to be really insulted.
Is it frowned upon to puke at Keeneland while you're betting on horses or is it just whatev
But for real, I had the best sex of my life on that bunk bed
Glass of stolen champagne in a to go cup = tastiest hangover cure ever
Nothing warms my heart more than the sight of a naked hockey player in my bed.
what color bed sheets say meditative warrior but also welcome to my sex dungeon...
navy blue
The fact that you have an answer to that is why we are friends...
Well that didn’t go as expected.
I mean, it ended in you giving each of them a blowjob, so it kinda did.
It's magical, I'm just dancing. It's like prom but by myself and with less clothes.
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