Got a plan. Ill do rock paper scissors and if you win we smoke a joint. Throw rock.
now I regret adding my aunt on facebook. she remnded me today on my wall about the importance of checking my stools for blood since I have diaherria.
At the bar dressed as a taco. not a typo. Come down.
i know. thats why i need an open bar. i'll get hammered and make a toast about how his dick is like the titanic. large, but full of failure.
Remember when we pinky swore we'd never feel hungover alone...
I can always tell I missed tequila night based on the hickeys on your neck man. Fucking call me.
We bonded over blowjobs and stories of our childhoods. It was beautiful.
That's like being smoked out by a unicorn. If the opportunity presents itself you fucking do it and don't ask questions.
Pretty sure the shower sex fucked up my hip alignment... im walking like im 104 today
Tuesday Boozeday turned into What-the-fuck-were-you-thinking Wednesday real fast.
Im so glad I make morally wrong decisions. It's like the best worst thing I've ever done.
He said he "doesnt care at all, really" if I shave my legs or not. Challenge accepted.
It's not above me to sleep with him solely for his authentic budweiser shirt
He was 6'5 and wearing a kilt, how could I not fuck him
I was so high I could TASTE the fillings in my teeth
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