So I finally got the Patron washed off my boobs.
Fiestas. Its like a classier verson of mardi gras.
Pretty girls always come out on top. Or bottom. Whatever. Point is we come out with their boyfriends.
looking back, maybe 11 flaming dr peppers was a little extreme
He;s fine. He just kept saying "hurricane Gordon is coming to shore" and flexed his muscles a lot.
Well now I have my semen on her headphones
I have a 16 minute video of you talking about your life. We are calling it your Anthology sponsored by Steel Reserve
Well we went from the roof to the stairwell to an air mattres. One day were going to fuck in a bed
Had the best sex Thursday night then Friday night I met his girlfriend. The worst thing is we became friends like she gave me her number.
I never thought my selfie stick would come in handy for nudes.
I had a sex dream about Fox Mulder, and the Royals just won the World Series. My life is complete.
i just teared up watching channing tatum in drag emerge from the fog on lip sync battle. it's gotta be PMS. either that or something is realllllly wrong with me.
I feel like my liver should be on crutches right now
Walking actually physically hurts. We should do it again some time.
There is this guy in here. He didn't even get ice cream he just filled up his cup with mini marshmellows, chocolate syrup, about a lb of grahm cracker crumbs and walked around to everyone in the shop saying "hey, hey look here, I just made fucking s'mores." He was SO proud of himself.
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