and trust me i need no booty pop lessons
remind me tomorrow that nothing happen between me and the guy who's shirt i'm wearing
sorry i walked in and ruined it, but i had to laugh she looked like a pile of bologna the way you had her pinned up on the wall
i just found a cheeto on my floor and ate it. i might still be drunk.
These guys are walking up and down the hallway yelling, "Yo, is this the floor with the unisex bathroom?"
We are so drunk I just let him piss between my legs on the toilet. That's love.
So the answer to your question is yes, I was masturbating on the roof of my building.
Uh, do you remember who's thong is in my tree?
I have bruises on my ass from her spurs. God bless Texas.
You have to understand, he didn't so much come out of the closet as he backflipped out of it with an accompanying marching band.
i'm sad to say... seems like women around here set up their armageddon booty calls ahead of time. wanna fill all these condoms with tequila and head downtown???
He tried to take a picture of me naked but only got my ass. I don't know his name but if my butt is a guys wallpaper, that's the one I boned.
I was grinding on my boss last night. So Monday will be fun. That's what's going on in my life right now.
I'm about to do something based solely on the fact that a fortune cookie told me to. This may not end well.
It wasn't as awesome as they lead everyone to believe. No stripper. Ran out of booze. The chipmunk. He was real.
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