And now I'm afraid that I'm a pornographic eater.
I don't remember much but I remember it was a unanimous decision that Santa was indeed real and Cait's stripping somehow proved this.
She took a picture of me when she thought I was sleeping. I don't know whether to be amused or scared.
THEY WONT LEYT ME IN AND I REALLY NEED SOME FRUIT
She's riding a tiny four-wheeler and has a Dos Equis in her hand. I at least have to meet her.
Also I'd like you to set a calendar reminder that goes off every day for you to take 2 minutes to think about what your life would be like without me.
the boys love us. they call us "the stoner girl suite down the hall". not very inspired, but flattering nonetheless
of course not. I do my best teaching on a hungover monday. I did the research. im still okay with the direction in which my life is headed.
I owe you cheese. The drunk munchies don't acknowledge food ownership.
Did you know that pizza hut has a wedding proposal box? And sorry for being kinda drunk yesterday when you got here
Can't feel body but making pizza rolls
She rode my dick so hard I momentarily lost hearing. I guarantee I had the better St Patrick's.
his penis was like the majestic horn of a unicorn and I came like a million trumpeting rainbows.
He tripped and fell all the way to the ground and then stood right back with out spilling a drop of his 3/4 full glass of rum and coke. It was like watching something from the matrix
Would it be inappropriate to meet you at the airport after your family vacation so I can tell you all about the amazing sex I have been having?
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