Tell Heather sorry for burning her hair. Also for anything else that I may have done that warrants and apology. Anything after about 10pm is kind of hazy.
This is how scared I get when I ride roller coasters. And how scared I was when I had to poop when I had herpes.
Thats about the time I should have known you would run around naked and try to make out with my sleeping mother
look to my right... shes dancing like she's playing dance dance revolution and her character is a retarded, drunken moose
I'm pretty sure we've had sex a bunch more times than we've hugged. So hugs are weird when they happen.
I always give him head in random places, it's a guessing game for his cock.
Depending on hangover severity. The fact that I can spell severity is in your favor.
i just remember doing it on a pile of clothes while i heard the muffled sound of his friend laughing. then i realized we were in a closet.
Holding a cold bottle of mikes hard lemonade against my pulverized taint....this is my Sunday night
I just want to dump glitter on my floor and roll in it like a cat in catnip.
im half tempted just to scoot up to him and whisper "I'm not wearing underwear" but idk if thats a heartfelt apology
Go forth my friend, but don't do any of that fruitful and multiplying shit.
At leat we can cross off 'having sex in a classroom' on our bucket list.
FYI the blow job was for papa johns pizza
I regret 8000% nothing
I kicked down a wall in rage and found a door behind the drywall. Once again vandalism solves all my problems.
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