So it's like pop-o-matic trouble, but with penises
Bring booze and chicks. Separate, or one already in the other. Your call.
You kept shouting "Relax and take notes" every time before you would hit the blunt
i am one more weekend without sex away from dosing him with viagra and locking ourselves into a closet.
now that you've tased me I refuse to buy you flowers
I might not remember all of last night but I clearly remember the part where I humped the mailbox.
We were Chugging coronas for the soul purpose of launching limes out of the 3rd story window, I'd say it was a good weekend
There's cereal in my underwear. Was I in your apartment at any time last night? That's the only logical explanation for this.
It's like your nipple is comforting my nipple.
exhale infront of a fan. self shotgun.
Just participated in the saddest thing: Cheetos. Handjob. I have lost at life
I'm just a little concerned for your well being... and your penis too I suppose.
Haha no we did it on his bed. Then rolled off into the bean bag. It was a strangely athletic performance on my behalf.
Has anyone ever blacked out at an art show your dad brought you to?
It's official we're now working from home permanently. I'm getting paid to have sex and sandwiches. I hit the lottery.
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