I puked in a mailbox on the way back from your house.
How is it? Sketchville?
cheap drinks and peanuts cancel out any form of sketchiness
New discovery: doing the Helen Keller is not as attractive as I thought it would be, in reference to the sex noises.
some dude is getting blown right outside the bar in his car. reeediculous
class
he's dribbling her head like he's fucking allen iverson
It was all fun and games until Tim shit on the end table
i woke up to find out i shared my bed with a full, open can of natty light last night and didnt spill it. then i drank it for breakfast.
yeah i fucked her in the storage room on the inflatable mattress. i don't know if i should feel proud for me or bad for her.
Still borderline I believe. As bad as this sounds, I feel God owes me one here and should not let his grandmother die till after my birthday
I don't remember anything past "we have 15 minutes to drink this keg."
Minus the pink eye. Do I look fuckable tonight?
I think we did. All i know my pants smell like pong water due to the bathroom extravagansa. God I feel like a whore.
you know you're a stoner girl when you get a callus from your grinder
I literally just ordered a gold medal online that is engraved with his name, "01.01.16", and "BEST SEX EVER"
I woke up with "To whom it may concern" sharpied on my dick
I got poked in the eye with a penis last night. How's your day?
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