Through a series of unfortunate circumstances, I think I just sprayed lime juice on my vagina.
He asked about stds. I told him I don't have any... which I don't. They are now called sti's. Whooopsie
he made transformer sounds every time he changed positions. how do you think it went?
At Wal-Mart last night I watched two guys scramble for $4.34 to pay for a pack of ping pong balls and red solo cups. They had to put the .34 on a credit card. Winter break begins!
He's very warm and cuddly, that's my favorite thing about him. Besides his Porche. And his hot brother.
Already puke and ralleyd and dressed like a bear.
You don't have to believe me. My vagina knows it happened.
If it carries over into the weekend I would be glad to nurse your vagina back to health.
1. Are there men involved 2. Is there food involved 3. Do I have to put pants on 4. Do I have to leave this bed
They figured our he was high when he told the manager he wanted a break to go wrap his dick in toliet paper and pretend it was a ghost.
STDs are my biggest fear, besides whales. They're so fucking big.
it's like his dick is making a u-turn.
Waking up drunk is great, waking up drunk and hanging with your mom is even better.
You were leaning against a fire hydrant asking people if they wanted to buy free pocket peanuts from you.
Its that time in the evening when I've had a few cocktails and wish you'd make a video about the packers and Jack Daniels.
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