Omg I def was not. I wasn't that drunk. I showed that I stuff my bra but I didn't whip my tit out.
all we need is a web designer
and a bunch of prostitutes
worms taste like bacon by the way.
I always wondered what they tasted like.
i just carried on a conversation with my mother from another room mid-ejaculation. you would have done the same
I think misery doesn't even think of me as company anymore. I'm an unofficial roommate.
I'm getting very mixed reviews. One friend told me to stop drinking bc the last 3 times he's heard from me I've either peed my pants, been throwing up, or people have been having sex beside me.
Strangely enough I'm encouraging you to keep drinking for all the same reasons.
there's nothing like the elf drinking game to get me in the christmas spirit.
I woke him up this morning and said I have a meeting w my advisor in an hour you need to wake up, cum on my face, and take me to my car.
She's a freaking stalker dude, it's like having some kind of cartoon animal just following around everywhere
I feel like saying your blowjobs are worth a burrito is not the best strategy to get him to be more giving in bed.
I woke up sandwiched between them, all of us naked, and they were just sharing a cigarette, a donut, and the paper like it was just some normal post-threesome Sunday brunch.
It kind if looked like a strap-on dressed up for Halloween.
Can I get my morals surgically removed?
Never going back to jail again. Only time in my life I've ever had a wet dream about jerking it...
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