I realized that I've made out with a different boy almost every time we've gone to mcgoreys....I don't need a boyfriend...I have that bar
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
I hope so. I just start to question my lifestyle when i pee on coffee tables
I have no idea. Next thing I know we're all down on one knee saying the pledge of allegiance and then singing I'm Proud to be an American. Then Trevor ate pizza off the sidewalk.
I know it sounds like a good idea, but doing Spanish homework at a bar just because the owners are Mexican and they give us margaritas really wasn't the best decision.
In case you were wondering, my scare crow is wearing your outfit from last night.
Never again. Her vagina looked like a sad old man.
I'm not sure if it was sex or spear fishing. He goes in for it like he's crash landing a rocket
I'm bringing cupcakes to work today as an apology for my actions at the bar last night, my boss probably can't look at me the same ever again
Dude, I puked in the stall for God knows how long. Halfway through, a kid sits down in the stall next to me and starts jacking off, i heard the porn on his phone and everything. so FYI, the middle stall is where good nights go to die
you and him went to the park at 2am to "catch a pigeon" and ACTUALLY CAME BACK WITH A PIGEON
I don't know bro. If a girl makes you cum hard enough that you pull a back muscle, she might be the perfect one to call for a massage on said muscle.
I drank beer out of a Frisbee and it was all downhill from there...
I gave in, made out with her, and long story short, I'm giving hetero another try.
Had to trim my nails cus they got too long to effectively finger myself with
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