He is an equal opportunity slut.
I'm going to an arts college, I live next to the frat houses, and my room number is 420. god has plans for me and I couldn't be happier.
i never realize how drunk i am until i start using people as human stripper poles
right. well i dont plan on getting laid till i find a respectable girl that i can make unrespectable
I can't really talk right now. I'm getting on a plane to Oregon to go give a guy a bj. I'll see you in three days.
did she really put a helmet on, try to make a hole in the wall then pass out on the floor ten minutes later? if thats true ill be there in 15
I obviously couldn't but this on your fbook wall. I would get judge. I would willingly get tbagged by him. You can quote me on that.
But the ghost of his schlong past haunts you
Did you know that scruff feels epic on boobs especially when they are covered in whip cream?
I can't wet the bed. That was the old me. I'm grown
Oh my god
If my mom walks in on me masturbating one more time I'm moving out
You'd think the first few times would have been enough
the last thing i remember was the norwegian kid tacking a bag of wine to the ceiling, then boom! shower drain.
Eight drinks in. Subject is fondling chips before eating them. Intoxicated texting has expanded from best friend to random guy I met in FBLA.
Hurry up I'm getting mooned by a hobo
You know you've been on Tinder too long when you're the guy cropped out of the profile pic. Of a woman you're still seeing...
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