There was a punch bowl full of straight vodka. Glass bowl, ladle, vodka, and no punch at all. It was something of a rough night
I knew shit got real when the pinapple was gone and people were just passing around the core and gnawing on it.
On an unrelated note: I'm also a big advocate of the "never waste a boner" theory.
had my ear almost bitten off in foreplay. the sex gods do not like me.
I'm mentally preparing my vagina for this semester. It's fucking welcome week. I'm going to be talking to her all night.
She refuses to believe she pulled down her pants and spanked her ass in front of us
Also I just learned you, Samantha, and I three-way made out at my Halloween party. News to me.
I punted my pants across my apt at my roommate last night. Everything else is kinda fuzzy.
Well it ended with everyone taking a bite out of a raw potato and a girl crying because her boyfriend wouldn't bring her any grape juice. So yeah...I'd say the night was a success.
Strip clubs just aren't as fun when a man tries to drunkenly grind on you.
It took years to build this empire of casual fuckings and not carings.
I got home at 1 am on a weeknight with lube in my hair. I'd say it was a successful first date.
I did a line of coke with my ex tonight. Talk about memories
Getting paid in weed to watch a pregnant adult with cooking skills is the TITS
Like he legitimately was standing straight up, feet on the roof, not holding on to a moving car.
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