Good luck man
I dont need it. Shes easy.
Dude I thought this was going to suck, but moving back in with my dad is like being at a frat party every night only everyone is 40 years old.
That sound you heard was the sound of millions of brackets exploding simultaneously
Heated debate on which is worse. Pissing your pants or puking all over yourself
I can hear my liver begging me not to go out tonight
I'll explain later but basically I was feeling dangerous, I'm dressed as Ann Romney and Ann Romney is a bad bitch.
Woke up behind one of the fraternity brothers houses in the grass wearing a guinness hat and aviators hugging a 30 rack box with a zonie on my chest next to a campfire.
I woke up like how did I get here this blanket is nice but it was just the curtain
I walked in on him pumping himself up by headbanging to the drumbeat from Jumanji.
Honestly, I want an afternoon of mild abuse, mixed with face fucking and general molestation that turns in love making, laughter and cinnamon toast crunch naked in bed.
I just want a simple guy who likes cats, tattoos, and doing coke off my tits.
Remember how I have such good luck that it's almost bullshit?
I'm afraid to ask, but go on.
I think I won an award for shitting and vomiting at the same time.
I come home to my brother mixing skittles and vodka. We're all proud of him.
last final went out with a bang.. 20 min late bra-less, cum in my hair and i still cant find my shoes.
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