That's the secret to virgins: blizzards.
all ten of us were sitting in his room with the lights off and staring at his colorful moving screensaver for two hours. That high.
at russian wedding, no open bar. bottles of vodka at table. getting to work tomorrow may be an issue.
I have realized now that neither the top nor bottom of a bunk bed is safe for sex....
he made a bald eagle out of coke lines
Everything is fine now . The coast guard said we just can't take the inflatable trampling out past the break way anymore
It's that thing where you don't have any food so you just drink beer to get your needed calories for the day.
So, were they human bite marks at least?
Your guess is as good as mine.
All I remember is while we were making out M.A.A.D City came on so I pushed him off of me so I could rap along.
I may or may not be setting up an encounter with a foot fetishist just because I'm curious.
I'm gonna tell the medical examiner that your cause of death was over-arousal.
I share a birthday weekend with Easter this year, so that fucking sucks. I hate sharing...and I have to share with fucking Jesus this year.\n
I woke up with an eye patch on, someone else's sweatshirt on, and no pants on. I hope it was a good night.
mother daughter bonding time. she's helping me make jello shots.
Also—I just realized that your wedding gift is still on my dining room table. So...as awful as I am for not yet sending it (and I still need your address), at least I didn’t bring my screaming children to potentially the most important day of your life?
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