They had an entire room dedicated to passed out people. It was like a dogpile of cross faded toddlers drooling on each other.
I tried to interpretive dance to Candy Shop to stop the awkwardness.
He told me my butthole was like "Narnia" and that it's a wonderful place he would like to visit.
This teachers last name is pfister and she did the fisting motion to help explain how to pronounce her name. This class might be good
We let him drunkenly pack his own bags without checking them. Yet no one was surprised when the TSA girl pulled a 12 pack out of his carry on.
I think we need to have a day of drinking in classes. I know we don't share any, but sacrifices need to be made.
I woke up sandwiched between them, all of us naked, and they were just sharing a cigarette, a donut, and the paper like it was just some normal post-threesome Sunday brunch.
I just had to go dumpster diving, at 3am, in the rain, because I realized that I somehow threw away the brand new package of birth control pills I picked up from the pharmacy this afternoon. So I'm sort of a responsible adult.
You used his ass cheeks to demonstrate how to play the bongos and he still called you the next day. That's true love.
Naked. Naked is my favorite color.
I've seriously never been more thankful for marijuana and my resting bitchface.
you do realize the next step is naked mud wrestling, right?
i wish i could say that was the first 40 year old woman from the circus I nailed
I was told I was gorgeous and a whore by the drag queens. My night is complete.
I'm gonna ask his dad. Weed trumps broken heart any day.
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