So he says "lean over this" which is a chain across the doorway, held into the wall with bolts. I do. Then he puts his weight on top of me to try and get it in.
It breaks. We fall.
I now have a broken nose, a concussion, and an infected, split lip. Why do I have the worst luck in guys?
the last thing i remember is unlocking the door. its like i was literally opening the door to my blackout
I bet they don't have a scenario slide on how to deal with a suggested three way with counsel during harassment training.
Very hungover, bought a newspaper and found my shorts from last night in the machine.
there are some nice people on this island. free ride free pancakes and they even prayed for us when they dropped us off
drunk waterpark is besst waterpark.
Having to explain to my dad why there are chicken wings to the pool filter, new low.
You slid down the bannister into a split. Lines were crossed.
Until they make a bed that bathes you in your sleep, I will not be satisfied.
I hate ovaries. They're horrible little sacs of satanic enmity.
That's the most poetic description of female anatomy I've ever heard.
Honestly, I want an afternoon of mild abuse, mixed with face fucking and general molestation that turns in love making, laughter and cinnamon toast crunch naked in bed.
And you are going to be so turned on by my batman skills later
There are peanut butter donuts now. We are playing with forces we can't possibly understand.
Chicks dig it when you smell like bong water and frebreeze.
I’m excited to finally meet my stalkee and his penis!
Randomize
