i voted for prop eight dipshit. more weddings = more CAKE.
So guy #2, the dancer, is programmed into my phone under the name H.uy. His number- 11 digits. I should have stopped drinking.
he recorded me cumming with the t-pain app on his iphone
I replied to the university automated mass text about the armed robbery at the on-campus Starbucks with a sad face. Basically sums up my night.
and thats when we got a drunken mammogram in the middle of cvs pharmacy
I walked downstairs and he was standing in nothing but his boxers with his dick hanging out warming up eggs in the microwave.
Yes, that was me on the jumbo tron. No, i don't know why i was hiding.
Itd be like fucking a waterbed thats been locked in a barn for two years.
Where in the FUCK do you get your analogies
She is wasted and this random lady got her to suckle milk from her tit
I fail to see the problem of enjoying a glass of wine while I poop...
the point I'm tryimg to make is that you didn't need to take the whole box in with you
I won't trust your judgement until the word stripper doesn't make me laugh
I had to help him get his zipper down in front of his dad so he could pee in the bushes. That Is what moonshine does to you.
And that was the night we had mind-blowing sex with the score from Raiders of the Lost Ark blaring on vinyl in the background...
Im shooting goldshlager and waxing my crotch
I knew she was the one when we had sex to the halo soundtrack.
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