i just threw up repeatedly on the entire entire walk down A1A to the pizza place....then on the way back slipped and fell in it
It was honestly like finding a clitoris in a haystack.
i think i'd rather have a trophy of a like jizz stained curtain or something
Sorry you called when I was puking in a cheetos bag
We are having a competition to see who can masterbate in the wierdest place, right now hes winning since he masterbated on his Jr. High school bus.
I'm wearing the jeans from casino night. Tell me why I have a napkin in my pocket that says 'dont fear me'? I'm hoping it was just a coincidence.
I ended up passing out on the shitter for like an hour with mcds smoothie all over my face
We 6 way cheers-ed with French fries last night, hammered, in the booth.
So, we estimated there is at least 40 pounds of boob in our house.
He was rocking just a diaper, shoes, and a gun. Sadly, I would still hit it.
We're not on Beacon Street anymore so now your argument about not peeing on the sidewalk holds no water. Whereas my bladder has holded every water.
I just said "okay we have 20 minutes to get each other off, ready... Set... Go!" and he picked me up and threw me on the bed. I almost came just from that.
It's a little sad/awesome that I scored coke within 60 seconds of walking in the bar.
The student becomes the teacher.
He shampooed and conditioned his pubes but can't manscape for shit.
wheres my face? and why is my pocket so big?
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