just went home with some hot chick. she has posters of the jonas brothers in her room. i basically ran out of the house.
OK...I gotta go get strawberry short cake cakes and knee pads
well look at the bright side
maybe you can be on an episode of "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant"
The nice sales man at 711 gave me a handful of free lighters for buying a carton of cigarettes. I guess the depressed damsel in distress look works for me.
I'm not sure if what i'm hearing downstairs is sex or not, but if it is, it sounds like there's a dog involved...i'm mildly concerned.
I just want one of her status not to be about Jesus.
I cant believe you went home with her.. Your poor immune system and the shit you put it through.
The key to alley sex is drunkeness.
Let the record show that the first hour of my twenty-first was spent shooting tequila ans discussing the emotional integrity of werewolves.
Two days later and my throat is still sore. That bong is a double edged sword.
I just sat on the floor of my shower for 20 minutes to punish myself for drunk me's decisions.
i doubt you are even in possession of a crowbar.
I suggest you not find out the hard way
It's a family event: you have to drink. No way around it. Its the law.
My vagina is the only part of me that is pleased you lived through last night.
A true gentleman never tells. But yes, I did indeed get laid last night
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