I GOT EATEN OUT IN A MERCEDES ON A TUESDAY NIGHT. I EARNED THIS SHIT.
I need a hobby that doesnt involve alcohol and my tv
On that note; HAPPY 21: THE SEQUEL from the back of an ambulance!!
you should break up with her....give her the gift of reality
The last thing I remember is ordering two Martinis while yelling 'CAN YOU PUT THAT IN ONE GLASS?'
I was tripping so hard I was disappointed when I pulled back the shower curtain and shrek wasn't standing there
every single time I see a picture of the two of them on facebook, I want to just call her and scream "your boyfriend said I give the best head on the east coast". But I've been told that would be inappropriate.
I haven't received a dick pic from him lately. He's not even my boyfriend and I'm concerned. I hope he's alright.
Next think I knew I was pretty much using his penis as a microphone... No more playing Eminem during hookups
I guess that's what I get for clicking on a link that says clown penis.
i turned around and there he was, right in my face. i was mid deep throat of a hot dog that i was eating with my hands and no bun. you win FSU, you win.
you know that australian accents are like the bat signal to my vagina
I mean, we were all drinking, but I'm pretty sure kidnapping came up.
I'm having a hard time eating my sandwich knowing how many different buttholes my hands were in last night.
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