things it involved: vodka, boy parts, possible photos of me on a cell phone. things it did NOT involve last night: my bra, his pants, and sobriety.
its always fun the next morning to look around the room and see where all the clothing landed.
whenever I think of his sister, I just picture a chick with a huge beard
considering how much of last night I don't remember and the amount of ones laying on my desk right now, it's safe to say I'm concerned
I come back into the room and you're grinding with the person in the mascot suit.
Oh my god. A memory of last night just came to me. One of our neighbors joked about Thomas having a big dick and I just kept shaking my head profusely.
BECKY! ITS ANDY FROM LAST NIGHT WITH THE PILL
Andy, Sorry you have the wrong number. But good luck with Becky!
there's a photo set of like seven dicks covered in glitter....i don't know what to do
Sure go ahead and start this 'business' with him...just don't come crying to me when you have to fake your own death in two years
When I woke up next to him on the living room floor, my glasses were broken and it felt like someone rubbed a cactus all over my vag
Stripping out of my teacher clothes to Talk Dirty to Me. Who let me become a teacher?
We were on the beach when you spilled sand in the bottle and said "relax it's vodka, it'll disinfect itself"
Brother gave me a harry potter philosophy book for xmas we need to get stoned and talk about this.
last time we tried to watch a movie together, we ended up having really aggressive sex. during the Lion King. so what Disney classic will we be ruining this time?
He was laying on a lawn chair, fell off onto his stomach and asked, "where'd the stars go?" That high.
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