She had to put it in. I told her I was too drunk and didnt trust myself to not put it in her ass.
My lack of memory is directly related to being friends with you.
I'll tell you what, we couldn't have asked for better binge-drinking weather.
Best. Four. Twenty. Ever.
she was in the bathroom washing her eye makeup off with hand sanitizer.
I don't know, But i remember him licking ecstasy off my boobs and my boyfriend cheering him on
Passive mediator is your role in this relationship. My role is dick punching arsonist
Bonus points if the penis has a little hat too
there is no excuse for drinking mascato in your room alone while listening to one-hit wonders from the 90s
I just don't do feelings in the summer months.
It's one of those things you just need to see in person at least once in your life. Like Niagara falls or some shit. His ass is the Niagara falls of asses
That man gives me hope. I can't help it. And by "hope" I mean "wood."
When he swipes my v card it will be comparable to my bat mitzvah. should I make sweatshirts or sweatpants?
I'm willing to share. He can have sloppy seconds.
just call my name and ill be there, if we are puking, beating up bitches, or pickin up men, OR avoiding wierd men, so many situations require a wingman
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