I am dying of drunk and no thats not a typo.
I too understand the importance of cheesy bread
weed, chlorine, and victory. my bed smells like i had sex with michael phelps.
We were laughing at the passed out guy who had gone to sleep under the car in the McDonald's lot until we realized it was you.
He is offering to pay me back by sending me a dick pic.
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My thoughts exactly.
You dont understand he had a split tongue thats bucket list worthy.
DO NOT GO IN OUR BATHROOM. it cannot be unseen
I'm not judging you... I'm judging our friendship
I have to date her. We need a place to stay when we go tailgating.
Its not like i paid for sex. She was stuck there, we simply exchanged rides.
Huh interesting. Well thats too bad. Did he catch on?
I doubt it. After sex he sat there naked until the episode of fresh prince (which had JUST started) was over.
Jesus, I think this onesie was designed to keep me from masturbating.
Ah, but I don't wear underwear. Every day is Commando Wednesday.
He drank an entire six pack, past out on the guest bed, woke up around 4AM, lifted & dropped my leg, then peed on the corner of the bed. When I told him where he was pissing he said "it's all the same babe."
i just cleaned my bong... I do not feel healthy
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