We all need desperate help. Maybe we should just become a group of people who walk around town and shit in peoples air vents
I'm down.
she was talking to me but i could help but stare at the extremely long hairs on her boobs. then she says, "your looking at the hair on my boobs aren't you"
that's the last time we turn jepordy into a drinking game.
We convinced him to snort an altoid. We should not be allowed to drink together
you yelled "who's job is it to keep me from breaking shit" and then immediately ripped off the molding as you fell down the stairs.
Found your pants. They were stuffed in the tank of the toilet.
We're doing kegstands for my 80th Bday, so don't lose that muscle tone.
Something's wrong. My throat is definitely not in it's normal spot. Way too low.
Like some sort of pot growing robin hood.
But the guy you're fucking should not be within ten pounds of your weight when you're five fucking feet tall and he's 6'2". That's all I'm saying.
"But puppies!" Is not an acceptable excuse for trying to drunkenly steal someone's dog, you promiscuous midget!!
I doubt she'll sponsor it. You know alcohol and fireworks don't mix, right?
It's okay. We're not going to soak the fireworks in alcohol. The alcohol is for drinking.
At a point I was just cumming dust last night
I didn't want sex last night, but she charmed my dick out of my pants like a snake charmer.
My "lord keep me from stabbing a bitch" prayer has gotten a lot of miles today
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