I fink we're distracting them from bumping the proverbial uglies
Iced coffee. Banana. Two dumps. Life is good.
I want a gay best friend. or apple sauce either one is fine with me
I'm proud of our boobs and what they could potentially achieve in life.
The only reason anyone found out he threw up is because everyone heard it sizzle the bonfire out.
sometimes when i'm drunk i choose the spanish option on the ATM to challenge myself.
About six hours after the bottle of smirnoff, I was googling "losing your stomach lining" and calling my mom for help. She has experience.
He didn't dress up but kept finding random pieces of costumes on the floor at each club. He was an 80s hair band warrior at the end of the night.
You stumbled in at 10am, half-clothed and still drunk from last night and yelled "well, its not called a walk of pride!", then passed out on the couch.
Like, actually questioning if you ate dog shit last night
His search history includes homemade sex toys and a plunger. I'm scared about what goes on in their place.
I'm gonna write a book one day about how to be the less attractive person girls settle for after getting dumped. I will send you a copy
Well she started to strip and when she slung her hair at me, she painted my face with sweat. A LOT OF SWEAT. It was a weird boner.
You went in the back with her.. And honestly I couldn't tell her neck from her tits man..
Props to you. You took the bet seriously. Making out with her for an hour right after she spewed
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