What happened to him?
He was walking right behind us then disappeared.. turns out he checked his luggage at a night club, continued to drink and dance, then slept on the 4th floor of some museum
According to the stories I've heard I decided I was a stuntman after my 6th shot of Jack
got delayed, meet you at the bar soon, found a shopping cart, i am now getting pushed to the bar by some guy that was peeing in the alley i found the cart in
I am wrecking havoc on the skinny girls by going home with the big one. She is taking me to see her dog now.
They fucked on my pong table last St. Patty's and broke it. I feel like I should be hiding my new one. Would hate for a tradition to form.
I remember saying to him "Fun fact! If you lie this way it's easier to deep throat!" I even judge me.
They just dared her to tape flip flops to her tits. Entertainment value cannot be found like this in any other part of America.
I sang Sweet Caroline with a homeless man and made him 25 bucks. Redbull vodka gives you wings!
You're going to be mad because I got baked, but not that mad because I'm bringing home kfc.
I feel like we need to find him and explain that if the two of them would just fuck he'd understand.
My vagina is no longer accepting new clients.
the night literally screamed "cock and ball torture"
Mid-fucking he screams "YOU CAN'T VOTE FOR TRUMP"
Just got up.... With the club stamp on my ass.... How did it got there????
i need to get crying drunk at the bar more often. i end up going home with guys who have big penises. its like God is saying "there, there, this will cheer you up".
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