I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
Two kids are drinking pounders in class. I think I'm hanging out with the wrong group of friends.
i got iced as i was inside of her. i fucking hate my friends
Printing the vagina inspector badge was money well spent.
In fact, not a good idea to go into any house alone after a man invites you in from his balcony.
Right, because I totally see myself driving all the way down there to fuck his world famous penis.
take 2 Ambien then drink a Red Bull and watch Alice in Wonderland. Trust me.
You were jumping on the trampoline and screaming that you couldn't feel the fire.
I'm to the point that I've had the revelation that its physically impossible for my arms to be attached to my torso.
He's an acquired taste, like S&M or those crunchy things they put in salads
Croutons?
I'm like 80% sure we nearly got arrested because we threw fireworks at a car
Besides he said his dick was as big as a loaf of bread and that it was broken. So I was like u have half a head of hair and a broken dick that looks like bread. No thanks. Im good.
I just had a mental image of us riding a tractor through hell with one of those big guns mounted on top of it shooting at everyone while the indiana jones music plays.
He came into my room last night and started peeing underneath my desk, I told him the bathroom was the next door over.
Dude what happened last night?
I don't know, I'm still trying to figure out how I got my clothes back on.
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