its 10 pm and i am cleaning vomit off the ceiling. i am nowhere near drunk enough for this to be funny.
I have a ginormous moral hangover. Strip club blues.
I feel like we're taking advantage of the fact that our R.A has cerebal palsey.
She dropped a weight class after every shot I took. I thought I was just drink something magical.
she's living proof man. somebody has literally pissed in the gene pool
Think of this as an opportunity. Like Jesus just opened up his closet, and inside is an endless supply of huge, beautiful cock.
As I am reading this. I'm standing in my underwear eating taquitos. I'm saying this in the most loving way possible: FUCK OFF.
Bring gay.
By that I meant the rum. I just realized that my request made no sense. You always bring gay.
I have a LOT of reasons to worry about radical feminists taking my lady balls, frankly. A lot.
I yield to the immortal wisdom of one ludacris, who famously wrote, "can't turn a hoe in to a housewife." Indeed, ludacris, indeed.
We fucked on a kid's slide, my vagina is singing praises of being used
his daughter has his phone and goesss ohhh boobies and shows me a picture of my own tits...
Some how my underwear was hanging from the antlers of a antelope head on the wall of the hotel........
It's true. There would need to be A LOT of data collection. Aka, dick-catching. I volunteer as tribute.
Have u seen my vagina and my gorilla costume? Im in need of it.
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