My mind said no, but my drink said yes.
I don't understand why some guys want to have a huge conversation while standing at the urinal with cock in hand...
I fucking love fucking science majors-- she told me that she wanted to know if her gag reflex got better or worse with alcohol, and that her initial evidence had been inconclusive. So, next few weeks, yeah, gettin blown periodically. All I have to do is keep a log.
She had to leave early so she could get ready for her high school's homecoming. I hope her date likes sloppy seconds.
We eventually had to ration the melon vodka. 10 pushups per shot. THATS why my arms hurt
Haha that's why you never name the penis. Its like a pet, once named you will most likely get attached.
I feel a bullet train of disappointment headed in your direction.
Things I had in my bed when I woke up: an avocado, a toilet brush, and a note that says thanks but no thanks with the number of taco bell on it. WHAT DID I DRINK?
That night just went downhill after you pissed yourself while sitting on my lap
I'm dying. The alcohol is viciously exiting my tiny body.
You know it's time to do the dishes when you take shots of water out of a sake glass...
And you wonder why you're always one of the guys?
If I ever write a memoir I'm thinking "Choosing to sit in a vat of shit" would fit
So I wore my ankle step-counter exercise thingy while I rode him. Don't fuck him- I only burned .2 pounds.
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I remember waking up on the bathroom floor and seeing my teeth behind the toilet
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