i just saw a guy carrying a medieval times commemerative glass filled with vomit.. there were 2 people cheering him from behind
I heard that if you win you get to have sex with me. You guys really need to stop wagering my vagina.
and he said i stripped him down, hand cuffed him to his bed post, and tickled his arm pits, and then continued to watch The Hangover.
At what point did we agree that playing bocchi ball on the way to the liquor store was a good idea?
He fucked volume into my hair. It was amazing.
Meet me at the corner of "what the fuck" and"how'd you get in my bed" in 10 minutes.
Just saw someone tackle someone else to the ground for their coors light; he's not getting back up.
Yea, now that Irene is hitting us stores aren't selling any alcohol; beer is now a precious commodity.
Didn't get the job. Searched for my references on FB and saw the pic of me weighing my head passed out.
I made him an O's fan. One pic of my tits coming out of a Baltimore shirt and it was done.
Like please, take your microdick and try to stick it someplace else. It is not welcome in my world.
You know the sex was rough when you wake up with a chipped tooth. I have no regrets
sexting just seems like too much work right now.
How can I prove that I give 401k advice and not handjobs?
dont know what thebfuxk is in rhat shit, but dont lemme have antmore
I just want to get high and watch Dr. Pimple Popper.
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