We named our saturday intramural dodgeball team "we're hungover". Pretty much just an excuse to fuel my alcoholism on friday nights.
My mom asked me if I was being satisfied, sexually. And then discussed positioning.
Hey. I found $5 in quarters from one of those state quarter collection books. I'm using it for food tomorrow.
she was licking his armpits.
asian porn is just fucking weird. End of story.
That's because you're a slut. A slut fucking a fence.
got high to the hills theme song. FEEL THE RAIN ON YOUR SKIN. no regrets.
I woke up in her bed, she woke up in mine. Apparently there was a miscommunication after the 8th jager bomb.
Do you think making a dress out of an "Open" flag that my friend stole from a bar, and wearing it out sends the wrong message? ....Or exactly the right message?
Let the vodka take you where it will. Like Pocahontas, but wasted
I'm at a new rock bottom. Malibu on ice at work because it's the only thing they've got and no mixers.
Remember that whole "don't let me drink" thing? We should really start sticking to that.
As he was cumming he yelled "Yahtzee" then said im free to go. Thats my one night stand
I just put vodka in my apple sauce. Spice up your fucking life.
I am attempting to break the habit of calling him daddy.
As long as it's more "this is where i see an issue" vs "psst.... tiddies" then i have no argument
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