the day after is always just damage control
How did currency from Costa Rica make it's way into my wallet...?
The good news is I managed to avoid the three cop car looking for me. The bad news is I no longer have shoes.
You don't seem to appreciate the rareness of his junk.
Send me a picture. I'm more of a visual learner.
I really want to fuck that guy in the full wind breaker suit
No I just rolled on the floor giggling. I think that's the equivalent to a post sex victory dance.
It makes no sense at first, you go with it, it's fun and entertaining and then a disaster
Could we try to replay the decision making process whereby only you and I bought and drank a keg this weekend? Because there were some fundamental flaws!
seriously, who doesn't want to get shitfaced and have sex to the backstreet boys?
Judging by the ckaw marks on my back i'm gonna go out on a limb and say that blonde chick was a werewolf. A sexy, kinky werewolf.
These cutoffs are too tight but my ass looks like Freedom
I can't masturbate without laughing really hard at some point and it's entirely your fault.
I don't know why this person would ask for help. It sounds pretty OK to me. Also, I'd steal those bagpipes.
You’re better off without him. Actually, he’s better off without you and that’s what really matters
I’ve jerked off three times and taken five shits already today. Being hung over in your 40’s is a fucking roller coaster.
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