despite contrary belief, getting peanut butter off your balls is not as easy as it sounds
I had fun this weekend too. According to Web MD, my symptoms say I had a miscarriage.
I don't remember much but I remember it was a unanimous decision that Santa was indeed real and Cait's stripping somehow proved this.
Woke up next to a half eaten California burrito. It was tucked in.
Her mom walked into the garage as we were smoking a kush blunt with sombreros on.
I was expecting a blowjob when she shoved me in the bathroom but instead she shaved my pubes into a mustache for my penis. I am still satisfied.
I'm doing somethin that's never been done before...the 10 am booty call come over
I guess I could probably fit that in between deep self reflection and teenage mutant ninja turtles
Pro: Drunk Portland Strip Club. Con: Monday morning hangover at work. Pro: boobs. Con: Sleep deprivation. The Pro's are winning.
I would agree. Add some coffee to the booze. It will cut down on sleep deprivation.
Well, it's a fine line between people-watching and boob-staring. It's a gray area. But we're in Paris. Let's leave it at that.
Please tell me that all of the things I remember doing last night didn't really happen. Please.
Didn't pick classes because we were out all weekend...only open course is "alcohol and drug problems". Fucking ironic.
Do you think they'll deliver pizza to my mouth
Get your ass back to America. We've got a lot of drugs to do.
Laying on my driveway in my pajamas in the sun having my severe hangover cigarette, and the daycare house across the street is having playtime in the yard! I believe I'm currently being what's known as a "bad example!"
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