I rarely go in there. Unless it's for mini cadbury eggs and whiskey.
I'm in the "I'd rather have Carbs than Dick phase" part of my Life right now. YOU tell me how much Skinny Sex I'm having.
Yep and i guess after he came back from that he sat down next to me and i just put my hand right on his penis just casually like it was his leg
Dude she pregamed for her sorority's philanthropy.
Dude when we asked him where he lived all he could tell us was "by the slurpees." That fucked up.
So I'm thinking about sending him some "sorry I almost peed on your computer" cookies. Thoughts?
The real reason I can't work: it's Tuesday. I get stoned and watch Buck Rodgers on Tuesday.
Living room floor. I asked him to give me a back rub. He did. And smoothly transitioned that to foreplay, then basically threw me on the floor. My vagina hurts. He deserves another Christmas present.
I can't wait for you to tell me about your sex.
It's a short, short story.
The last thing I remember is singing hotel California with a hobo and asking every bald man I saw if I could touch his head.
She wants to have a threesome with Taylor Swift. I think this is the kind of love my grandparents spoke of.
I just put condoms in a mason jar because it looked prettier than the box.I think I've peaked.
Btw, apparently no one knows who ordered the pizzas for the after party, no one paid, and the delivery lady made a celeb shot, took a beer, then said she'd be back later to finish up the game...
You proposed a left ass cheek firmness contest and got a surprising number of contestants. Then you ruined it by groping someone who wasn't playing and awarding them first place.
There better be alcohol at this child's birthday party. Seriously not trying to be entertained by a clown while I'm still sober.
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