I realized that I've made out with a different boy almost every time we've gone to mcgoreys....I don't need a boyfriend...I have that bar
From the crime scene it appears that I attempted to throw up into a candle.
You asked the dj to play 'who let the dogs out" because it was your birthday. You left the bar and then re-entered to the song
he yelled "RELEASE THE KRAKEN" then hit me with his dick
I'm terrified to sleep next to her. Of course the sex will be fuckng awesome.
He could have been a one armed faceless howler monkey. I was so slammered that I didn't care what I was having sex with or if whatever it was... was doing it right.
if I open my eyes, my head will explode. that hungover.
I'm two guys short from fucking the whole baseball team and one is gay. I will be successful by the end of this month.
I remember doing shots of gin, then I have this strange memory of us making out in the womens room at waffle house.
I regret none of it.
I am so sorry. Not sure for what, but whatever I did last night probably merits an apology, so I'm covering my bases.
Hold on gotta plunge the sink
Is that a euphemism for sex? Either way, have a good time
So I took my bra off and threw it in the bushes before we went to the bars..
you can see where the duct tape was on my nipple
He told me that I should keep my socks on next time because he read somewhere that it'll help me orgasm...
The neighbor just poured gasoline on his 2 brush fires and proceeded to shoot Roman candles at them 🤔
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