Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
You are not answering and I think it is because you spent 80 dollars worth of drinks on you hot cousin.
she makes me feel like im THAT guy in the taylor swift song
strike ten. I need to stop drinkng
She wouldn't stop saying her own name. Like a damn pokemon.
..and it was like all of a sudden I could hear the sounds my brain was making
It was one of those you-have-no-other-way-home-and-we-already-made-out-so-I-guess-youre-coming-home-with-me-if-you-promise-to-leave-early kind of deals.
That's all? I'm a pro at gay chicken. I'll touch his dick, I have no problem with that.
to improve your porn experience, just imagine a slow speaking older English man narrating it all like a Nature documentary
I'll call it a tollerance break and either will be celebrating my new job with a bowl or will be smoking my sadness away from not getting the job. Either way.
Whether ya want it or not, it's gonna happen. Assimilate to the gay
At first I was nervous about leaving him my undergraduate legacy, but apparently he made out with lesbians, woke up with hickeys and a different shirt. My family name will survive.
I'm not going out, it's sweat pants and gallon vodka night at my place and I'm the only one on the guest list.
This is because you lost at fooseball isn't it?
So I lost my dignity between the strip club and your penis...
Just made my first drink, took 2 sips feel like god
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