My brother and I both agreed that your boobs are fake.
you win again, gameday.
Do you think he woke up this morning, looked at you, and then regretted everything?
Three things I need a picture of: your friend, your bong, and your dick.
You rode him down the last flight of stairs like a human sled.
On that note I give you a 10 for sticking the landing and staying on the whole ride.
I just think that exercising will really get in the way of my painkiller induced nap time rituals. There's gotta be a better way.
She described me as " a caterpillar of adorable quietness that exploded into a slutty butterfly" She definitely nailed it there
Stoned, and eating Doritos, and reading about lesbians for class. This is the life.
Will it make you feel better if we wear the title of dysfunctional fucking roommates? It requires monogamy unless we want to bang someone together.
Last thing I remember was a hand in the pants. Then I woke up next to a full beer and a McDouble, which I promptly had for breakfast.
I miss you, too. It's hard to sleep without anything licking my head.
I hung my underwear from the tree in his front yard. Consider my territory marked.
Sounds like either a very good Friday night or a very bad Saturday morning.
Update: his apartment is apparently in the campus Christian community center. The fact that I fucked him on the couch in the lobby is officially my crowning life achievement.
Its a good night when you make $200 and didn't have to see any balls
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