everyone made a circle around them and startd chanting fight fight. they wernt fighting, they were dry humping
You were screaming at a bartender last night for not referring to you as god.
and apparently I tried to pay for beer with a tampon.
so I finished the entire bottle...next thing I know, it's 8 am and I wake up on the fucking beach in the low tide with a family standing about 30 feet from me just staring.
we banged on the home plate. i wasnt even aware of the significance of where we were until afterwards hahaha
Just make sure my intervention has a theme...
Awkwardly walking by your fuck buddy and waving a casual hi in his direction like nothing has happened is probably the best thing in my life
Cute boy and deffffff wearing a HS shirt. I am getting too old to be inaccurate.
Apparently "I have the beer shits" isn't the excuse my boss wanted to hear. So sue me
he's just got his life so together and it makes my pussy wet.
I told him I just left the convent and really wanted a man. He fell for it. Sure beats telling him I'm a nympho stalker that followed him to the bar when I saw his beard.
Would I do it again? Probably not but still,I don't regret a single ratchet thing I've done in college.
He woke me up holding a gallon of apple juice and a shot glass...
Anyways enough about genital fatigue...
does 2pm fall under the wake n bake category?
RICK FUCKING MORANIS!!!!!
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