its summer. and we all know college gfs do not count in summer.
college gfs dont count ever. theyre like getting corn rows in jamaica. you feel cool at the time. then you go home and people make fun of you.
There is something about drinking on a golf course and getting with younger women that just really makes me feel at home.
No, you can still breathe under the balls.
I'll name the documentary, "The Adventures of Megan's Vagina"
like in an apt above a crackhead. A LEGIT CRACKHEAD. he woke me up every morning this week asking me if I wanted to buy a mini fridge and some CDs. at 5 am. EVERY DAY.
If we don't get kicked out of this hotel tonight for fucking too loud we're breaking up
I was hitting on her while she was puking ... yeah i was pretty drunk
maybe almost giving yourself a concussion counter acts a hangover
Maybe I should forgo underwear.
This is a family BBQ no?
Oh shut up man. Once the police get involved its every man for themself.
I mean, that's eating your cake and fucking it too.
I'm 50% okay with that amount of body contact... plus/minus 7% based on where blood may flow.
She ordered an O'douls. That was the end of that date
He drove me to my therapist appointment because I was too drunk to drive. Total keeper.
I NEED HELP. IM TRIPPIN BAWLS IN THE BACK OF MY MOMS CAR.
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