So, how was the dinner
Just like the ex wife, cold, fatty, and expensive.
she keeps a pillow, blanket, and a pack of saltines under the bathroom sink, for "rough nights".
We need to stop celebrating holidays that dont belong to us
ur roommate just sent me a pic of us fucking. i'm not coming over anymore.
announcing that you were the mayor of bjtown got their attention.
Our penis' have led to more networking than mark zuckerberg.
hes like bread. how could bread be dangeous
Sending a pic of labia to send to the TN Legislator. Obviously they don't think I know what to do with it so I'm gonna ask them for advice.
If I don't quit picking up guys when I'm drunk, I'm going to need a vagina transplant.
I'm not even the least bit surprised that I whored myself out for tiramisu
Maybe if I ever do become a counselor, I would just implement a kind of intensive meme therapy.
I mean, I already hooked up with her boyfriend. The least I can do is accept her facebook friend request.
She tried to fuck me right at the bar in front of everyone. She actually got my pants unzipped before I realized what was going on.
He started out in my roommates bed and by the end of the night was in mine, not sure how that went down. But he left happy in the morning.
Never. No amount of alcohol could convince my brain and eye sight that it is okay to fuck him. I'd rather fuck my cousin.
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