Probably, but last night was a special kind of drunk. It was a "let's see how drunk I can get without killing myself" drunk.
I just got sparklers from my secret santa. Drunken sledding just got to a whole new level of dangerous
Being back home for the summer opens up so many opportunities to have sex without increasing my number
One person in the car. Three blizzards. Alot of judging.
He just came into the room wearing nothing but a Speed Racer helmet. I think he just invented a fetish.
I was just laying in bed wondering if there's more important things in life than cheese stuffed pretzels.
I am tired of banking on my penis size to overcome my lack of game.
once he tried to wake me up from my hangover nap to have sex, that's when things went downhill. he had to go.
Something tells me tonight will end with me wearing my pants on my head again.
I masterbated poison ivy onto my penis, it hasn't been this upset with me since the Take one for the team fiasco of 02.
The man sent me a video of him doing the helicopter, the least I can do is go visit him in the hospital
I cant miss out on a half day of work without a booty call
No I feel the same as usual. Mopey with a chance of bitch fits.
I'd give my right arm to start my period. My right arm. Thats more significant then my left.
The last time we went to a costume party, you walked around in a loincloth with a cross and said you were Jesus. I'm eager to see how much more offensive you can be.
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