His internet searches, listed chronologically: sex slave, volunteer sex slave, lava
I'm thinking we should try to start remembering stuff we do. Althought I kinda like feeling like Nancy Drew the next morning.
More like the Hardy Boys cause its kinda like a team effort.
Probably, but last night was a special kind of drunk. It was a "let's see how drunk I can get without killing myself" drunk.
Does he know anything about your personal life besides what you look like without clothes on?
I may do that, fyi I'm even more sore than I was yesterday. It's like the ghost of your dick is still inside me.
should my penis look like a turkey
I picked the lock on the bathroom door and sang him a song while he pooped. Why is he mad?
Bring your friend that fell asleep in the bathroom for my friend.
i had a long naked conversation with the cop on why is everything fun illegal
I'm confused as to why I have a picture of your boobs in response to a photo of my father
I think we can all agree that the size of her boobs, combined with beer, is destroying my ability to judge looks.
He said bring my breathalyzer and Anna's pepper spray, I didn't ask questions
just woke up. hair smells like weed and bbq. shins are bruised. vague memory of us chasing deer at the park at 3 am. fill me in on what exactly happened.
Things that don't wash off in the shower: black eyes and hickies.
We're gonna have to check the security cameras after last night
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