names aren't important. just tell him all you want is a lil make out sesh and keep it moving.
I wonder if those guys know that i know that is a halfway house and dont just think it is some cool older guy frat house.
standing in line at subway, they've got 'stand up and get crunk' blaring. the lines out the door and everyone is dancing. Lombardi Gras rules.
So apparently the christmas orgy was a complete disaster
the last thing i remember saying is "hope you like body hair"
That's not how these arrangements work. You don't buy each other stuff unless you break a sex toy. End of story.
We are stranded. Come find us. Bring an egg
They told you that you couldn't fit in the dryer. Man, did they eat their words. You did brake the door though.
Would it be wildly inappropriate for me to tailgate a Jonas brothers concert?
He's wearing my bra and eating a breadstick while jumping on our bed.....
This is what happens when you leave: I get all vulnerable and I make out with the cowboy to shut him up about Jesus.
I'm floating on a 30mph cloud right now not giving a fuck
I just set up a proportion to calculate how much Jolly Rancher vodka I can make with the limited amount of Jolly Ranchers I have. Finally, real-life application of math.
Like I just wanted some midlife crisis fun, not drama as big as his dick.
I'm pretty sure the cop knew you were drunk when you tried to light your cigg with a chapstick.
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