That's kind of creepy but I guess since I'm wearing your dad's pants nothing is off limits anymore
we have officially mastered the walk of shame
I mean. If you don't have time I understand, but my dick doesn't.
The extent of my physical activity is running from the cops.
She said she was jealous that i could wear headbands, then growled at the ground in shame..
I just found a plastic cup with panties inside of it. Let's play CSI.
You used the best tools you had at your disposal.
Slutty, slutty tools.
Tell me you didn't really piss in the hookah.
I will call him whatever I please, including flaccid dick on forehead guy but not limited to watermelon cunt head.
I'm still confused. So he's NOT your cousin by blood, but WAS your cousin, on two separate occasions, by marriage? Still too weird I think...
I told the American that we should start banging in Canada incase I get hurt and have to go to the hospital.. is that rude to say?
Being sober is no fun. Karaoke and not wearing pants are not socially acceptable things to do anymore and this depresses me.
I get stoned and write a 15 page history report in two hours. She gets stoned and cries because she "doesn't know which shade of pink is the real one".
She's in it for that fear factor ya'll. Obsession and stalking or nothing.
I left him naked in his bed. I did cover his junk with a blanket in case his roommate walked in later though. so I don't feel as bad about it.
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