last night I thought his shirt said yale... but this morning it definitely says old navy.
We played Russian Roulette with a revolving Nerf gun. If you shot yourself in the face, you had to drink.
theres still like 7 beers in the gutter from the roof party we had last night. i dont know how we got up there. but we need to get those beers down.
well its a long story but basically i overcame many cockblocks
I always enjoy the bewildered gaze as I buy chips, salsa and beer @ 0745.
I've started a list of places i want to drink. To go along with the list of places i want to have sex. Lincoln's log cabin is on both.
The chick got into the cab with us and said we have 3 chances to guess what she just stuck up her ass. Hello to you to!
Archery is over so let's go back to not giving a fuck for the next 3 years and 11 months
don't get you morals all over my torrid fantasties
How the fuck did I get back? Last thing I remember is being on some hot guy's shoulders yelling at girls shaking their asses
We'll talk about it later...
Well I guess I'll go shower now and wash all the stripper off.
Best part about losing weight and not fitting into your pants any longer? They come off quick for chipotle emergencies.
Good to know. If our sexting moves past early 1900s vernacular, I'll be sure to use that once or twice.
He put rainforest music on before we had sex I felt like I was in the Amazon
Do you think it's illegal to drive without your pants on?
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