I dont think problem is the right word. Problems arent something you enjoy. Life would be too boring without gambling.
So I'm pretty sure when I was giving a Birthday Blow J, he went to grab my boob, but grabbed a fat roll and asked "You're not wearing a bra?"
Mission leave-the-puke-on-the-floor-til-the-dog-eats-it completed. I work smarter not harder
he came on my stomach and it was 1000 degrees in his car. i smelled awesome.
It's called 'beer pong' not 'everclear and coke pong' for a reason...
I'm considering failing out of my last semester of college just so I can keep fucking him.
the only thing you and i have in common is the we like weed and looking at my naked body.
am i gonna have visuals on this?
you are gonna see the trees puking up fireworks and ninja pheonixes will shit rainbows and fire
I'm sure we could make a ball of yarn and a nickel into a drinking game
Well just watched a guy puke in a trash can then proceed to pick pizza outta said trash can and eat it
Hooking up with him was lovely.. but waking up in his bed the next morning and finding double stuffed oreos... I mean.... I won
Not as much as my roommate, who is in the middle of one of the pictures throwing a lawn chair at a cop car lol.
Well you were listening to music and having sex really loudly. How was I supposed to know you'd hear me making rocket sounds?
if my uterus stops caving in on itself long enough for me to be alive I'm there
Questions: How did Rachel get home? Why did I find both her ID's in my shoes? And does anyone know if she's alive?
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