I asked about his 3 inch scar on his chest. It's from when he had to castrate a bull on the estancia. Apparently this is how good bull meat is made.
there is beer in every square inch of this apartment and he hasn't even lived in it for 24 hours. we're playing some game that involves slamming beer, beer pong and smacking people's cups out of their hands.
Vaginas creep me out. I'm disgusted by the look of them. I wonder if this is what having an ugly baby is like: you have to take care of it and love it but it just hurts you on the inside to look at it.
she's drunk at 2 in the afternoon again. at least my mother is predictable.
Come to wine Wednesday bro. We have a fog machine
Dude, i don't know. I don't remember anything after we started chanting/playing "shot of gin."
we're the same shoe size and he owns more pairs of heels than i do. this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship
I have found random beers stashed in my purse and microwave... Apparently I thought 2015 was gonna have a beer shortage
I have no concept of chastity or moderation, she is a Catholic guilt poster child, how could I not try to hit that
In the middle of pounding my asshole he stopped and said, "do you want to get breakfast after this?"
I'm honestly just saving all my liver's power for when I die this weekend. that's how it works right
You made noises. And kept meowing. I have a twenty minute phone call to prove it.
Anyways enough about genital fatigue...
He's smoked my weed, stolen my cigarettes, and used my campus cash, but I try to initiate sex and NOWWW he's all "As your RA, that's a line I can't cross"
Remember, today is also the anniversary of Harambe's death. D**** out.
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