the jail released me with 39 mardi gras beads. I need details.
He made me pinky-promise that he gave me an orgasm.
I'm drunk and I'm watching it's Alwyas Sunny and eating candy. Even I am jealosu of my life
he told me he once ran a blackmarket liquor store out of his house. thats all it took for me to go home with him
like we started out all organized and composed and within thirty mins people were throwing up in the bushes, arguing over a beer bong and jumping in the pool with their clothes on
i think he drugged the pie. i'll get back to you on that later.
I don't think you seem to understand this concept. WHEN A GAY GUY HANDS YOU A DAIQUIRI, YOU DRINK IT.
Also, we just got yelled at by a cop for being awesome...or making out in a fountain. Whatever.
Oh no, we smoked the revival weed. It came in a Batman bag. It hit like justice. And orphans.
Should we go get some celebratory "I'm not pregnant" tacos?
He looks like an accountant with a secret kinky candy filled center.
Your face; I've seen enough of it for today. Go away now please.
he's so hot I'd consider breaking the whole, "till death do us part," agreement he's currently in
So you can now add nose to my list of places that cum has gone that it shouldn't...
So I just accidentally joined a bar crawl and got a free shotski of Jameson. I love life.
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