There's a hand-carved wooden bong in my backpack, and i really wish i could remember last night now.
I'm legit concerned I might pass out this weekend from having too much sex.
We thought she was passed out on the toilet, but she raised her head to tell me the word I couldn't remember was "empathize." Then she puked blood and passed out.
Of course not. I'd be offended if you didn't bring my boobs into casual conversation.
i decided if i had to, i could survive with only 3 fingers on each hand.
I may have tried to encourage people to play a new game I invented last night. I called it Super Quarters. Like regular quarters, only using an AA medallion.
i just thought a plastic bag was my cat. i just pet a plastic bag. that high.
Sigh. I haven't seen a dick since August 22nd. And in case you forgot, it's January.
His balls will have been in my mouth at least once by this time tomorrow.
did you make it home?
i'm in a room and it looks like mine :)
hahah close nuff if it isnt
We had everything under control until this one jackass fucked up. Thanks, Peter.
I've had way too many dicks in my mouth the past two weeks. Ready to go back to school and be a doctor now
What happened last night? All I know is that I walked into class this morning and everyone was chanting my name.
You stuck your false lashes to your upper lip and then asked that ONE kid with facial hair if your "mustaches could touch" as an excuse to make out.
Did you really think putting a napkin over your head would make you giving him a bj less obvious?
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