Im drinking a beer thats called vuuve which is boobs in begian. I think my life is complete.
I'm walking down the halls of our hotel and listening for sex noises and knocking when I do.
You love him. Dinosaurs. Math. Sex.
12 trash cans filled with water. Beer cans floating in each, 12 ft apart. Dodgeball. Ultimate beer pong.
Rules. We have to wear superhero outfits
Nice. Don't spend your therapist's co-pay on Jaeger bombs.
You could probably play six degrees of separation of my cock in this city.
Where are you?! I require drunk, males and possibly crying. Vomiting is optional and/or optimal as is karaoke.
I want to break his glasses with my pelvis.
I just pictured ballsacks being shoveled into the furnace of the Titanic.
Hey! Where are you? It's Irrisponsible Patio time and you're not here firing shots down summer student's throats
If you take a post shower shit just get back in bed. You're better off starting your whole morning all over again.
too bad I'd hit a car before I'd hit a bush.
Are we talking about jumping from windows or your willingness to fuck a car instead of a woman?
I'll have to start mass sending dong pics to get the recognition I deserve
Let this be a lesson to you, parmesan cheese crumbles are not a good substitute for coffee creamer, no matter how high you are
I want you to defile me in my childhood bed.
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