Yes but life is bad with poopy sheets
I hope I take a shit on your face in your dreams tonight.
I just don't do feelings in the summer months.
I just remember her dragging me inside in a panic saying we needed mentos and popcorn I have no fucking clue how we ended up asleep in her closet.
I just threw up in my front yard because my roommate was in the bathroom. Fuck New Years Day.
my dad has now seen 6 different dudes grab my ass. i guess i should start a list.
HIS BALLS ARE HEAVEN SENT FROM THE VELVET ANGLES.
I'm not into beards but apparently my vagina is.
Let he who has not made drunken spaghetti at 3 a.m. cast the first stone.
I feel like ditching all logic and responsibility and get shit-faced before the week's over. Thoughts?
The clothing optional portion of the night began around midnight. Then we did disgusting things to each other. It was beautiful.
By talk things out did he mean have passionate angry sex?
I'm really interested in the size of his penis so report back on that one
Public service announcement: Just bc it is Margarita Monday does NOT mean your stomach will readily accept that much alcohol. There IS a reason it isn't called Magical Monday. On that note, better luck on Tequila Tuesday.
short story short, i just screamed anal seepage in the middle of a diner.
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