I dont even clean my room anymore .. i drunk proof it for when i come back smashed with a guy
and he said i stripped him down, hand cuffed him to his bed post, and tickled his arm pits, and then continued to watch The Hangover.
I actually want to hang out with her with our clothes on. That's a big step up for me.
Our sex bag has now been upgraded to sex luggage, with wheels, and now features a first aid kit. Game. On.
So we'll go out later for condoms and cake batter... aka grocery shopping for champions.
It hits you later. Like when you wake up on the floor under a puzzle later.
This essay is so getting done. I am spurred on by thoughts of test-driving your newly shaven face by sitting on it as soon as humanly possible.
I just tried on my "outfit" for tonight and I should just wear sweatpants and a sign on my face that says I like it in the ass. That would be more comfortable
Apparently I still called the officer "sir" despite the fact I was at a .21 BAC. Southern girls are raised right
I seriously had alll four of your knuckles bruised into my arm
I need an inhaler full of pot for all of this breathless rage.
So I sent him a snap of me half naked holding a pie last night.
Sometimes in life you just have to realize the security deposit isn't worth it.
Excuse you? I'm an asshole at least 90% of the time. Get it right.
Dude like i feel like i did ALL OF THE DRUGS yesterday
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