They have to be talking about me. I never heard that statement until I was born.
We were doing it doggy style, and I puked on the floor and started crying, he told me it was okay his cat would eat it... and if it would make me feel better we could do anal...
And they lived happily ever after....
All i remember was he was wearing billibong pants... well actually my mom found that out for me.
I sat down with you and helped you write your will last night. I was THAT convinced that you weren't waking up.
my voice of reason is faarrr too drunk for me to listen.
Woke up with a migrane, threw up blood, then my headache went away. I'm going to convince myself that it was just a bad batch of blood so I can drink again tonight
i think i made a good impression on his friends wen i survived 55 cup beer pong
It involved anal and pop rocks. Tell me how that could have ended well.
My kindergarten teacher served me... All coming full circle
I'll just have to do enough fangirling for the both of us. Nipples engaged.
there's still three solo cups of your puke in my basement. so that needs to be solved at some point.
Got head last night. Had the 3D glasses on the whole time.
If it makes you feel any better, I'm eating a block of cheese...
seriously the second he called my tits warlocks was the second I knew I wasn't going to fuck him.
Woke up eating a pickle on the bathroom floor this morning in some random guys sweat pants.
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