Dude I think you forgot how to talk last night. We kept asking if you wanted a condom and you just smiled and made weird noises...
I like that most of our conversations somehow end in us having sex for the good of our country
I just had sex on a bear rug. My life is complete.
You gave the cab driver your pants as collateral while you ran in the house for money.
Just ran four miles to popeye's. And back. Dedication.
The cops knocked on our door just to ask us if we were really having a no-pants party.
I broke a glass at the bar and ended up with blood on my forehead. I apparently kept screaming BLOOD like the little boy in that YouTube video.
Curdled. you forgot that word. It was a curdled buttery nipple shot.
It wasn't a mystery that it was the pizza cooking in the oven when we stumbled out of the bedroom in a smoke filled apartment at 2am. We are dangerous drunks
He kept telling me that it stood for Sex Utility Vehicle
I HAVE DISCOVERED LONDON AND IT FILLS ME WITH JOY
Sex while Star Warsing is the best
He said we were going to get fucked up in the woods so here we are
I just mixed tangerine juice with sauv blanc. on an unrelated note, my episide of intervention is slated to run in April.
Just bought shot glasses from the thrift store. I think the guy buying a winter coat was even judging me.
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