so..some girl walked up to me on the porch last night. She came to apologize for peeing on our lawn a few days ago. I just looked at her and said it was ok, she wasn't the first.
He told me he had never done that before...I responded with "clearly"
Countdown til Saturday. I'd assume we're somewhere around 10,000 bottles of beer on the wall.
the last girl i hooked up with and the last guy i hooked up with are hooking up right now. this is where bisexuality becomes a problem.
we can't become the bulimic house in the complex dude. Besides, you need teeth for your career.
Im holding a competition......who saw me last, and who knows how my nose got bruised? you earn points for answering either question. and for bringing me water.
his mom cheated on his dad so i think he has a weird freudian thing for whores
If I should ask "why am I still single?" could someone please remind me of shooting mike and ikes out of my nose at the bartender last Saturday. many thanks
I would compare it to a jeffrey but in smoothie form. More drugs in here than Bobby Brown's sock drawer.
Aside from the slim chance of pregnancy, I'm gonna call last night a raging success.
They're magnificent. It's like god made her last but hadn't fulfilled his boob quota.
it'll be okay! And just think of this ultrasound as the most action you've had in a month...
I'm at the level of despair that only Panda Express can fix
Congrats! Its a fuck boy!
Remember, today is also the anniversary of Harambe's death. D**** out.
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