Where is the hickey?
Sooo, his balls are like... bigger than my head...
What I'm saying is Afghanistan is America's sexually contracted disease.
it was all downhill after the free blackjack taco
you tried to arm wrestle for the title of "mom's favorite son"
I'm scared at the amount of beastiality in this conversation.
It's the only time I've ever felt manly shitting myself
He's trying to marry me, when is the appropriate time to tell him my real name and that Dallas is a completely fictitious slutty alter ego? I need the advice of someone with morals.
Last night we got home from the bar and saw a fox outside and we lured it in the house with a piece of cheese. Just wanted to party with some potentially dangerous wildlife I guess.
my last clear memory of the night was being offered a shot but having so much alcohol in my hands that someone literally had to pour it in my mouth for me. after that it pretty much skips to waking up face down and shirtless on my floor.
Peeing out the car window on the way home was a nice touch. In December, in Michigan, at 3am. Never seen a girl do that before. Neither had the guy in the minivan next to us.
He called me dainty, then fucked me like the Viking God he is.
Only I would get an underage 24 hours before turning 21.
I gave him breakup sex, AGAIN
Shit facedness and cuddling are what you have to look forward to this evening.
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