We basically counted to 3 and then dumped each other.
better yet, through the bookshelves. like an intellectual glory hole
He kept saying that the puke outside the theater wasn't his and it was all a set up to keep him from partying with the whores. Then he passed out on the sidewalk.
Puked up what appears to be battery acid next to the treadmill. Everyone noticed.
My cock is literally on the edge of falling off. Fuck Vegas.
No she stopped screaming. Now she's eating popcorn. Off a plate. With a spoon.
I was just handed jelly beans by a guy in a penguin costume. Standby for confirmation on if they are actually drugs.
We just started the day with vitamin bombs. Daily vitamin + whatever's left in your glass from last night = feel like a champion
I just can't deal with that sentence
The worst decision I made last night was allowing myself to be duct taped to the ceiling
Would it be inappropriate to rub one out in the gym shower? I mean, technically, I pay $80 a month to do what I want so could they really say anything?
Shower is fine. Steam room is shady. I've probably done both at one point in my life so I can't be used as a good reference.
I'm bathroom at buffalo wild wings
I think incapable of making pants work send help
I've come to the conclusion, I should prob have at least 20 hr supervision. I would say 24, but I'm guaranteed to pass out for at least 4 hrs a day
My thoughts mid terrible hookup: do people normally read a magazine right about now?
I don't wanna see it, I don't wanna touch it, I just want it in me.
I didn’t want a minivan, but I have to admit it’s made it a lot easier to hook up with the dilfs at soccer tournaments
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