You know, Peter Parker would not have been nearly as cool if he had gotten bitten by an ant.
tagging him in all 73 close-ups of your cleavage might have been a little obvious.
the last thing i remember is inserting the sippy stray into the jack daniel's.
His body is like Jesus fingering me while I eat birthday cake
you're like that jamaican tarat card reading chick... only with herpes
He asked me when I was coming to bed while simultaneously drilling a fart into the mattress. Don't fucking get married.
After this week, alcohol is mandatory.
Also, fucking on half deflated air mattresses is a great full body work out.
Do you ever get so high you're like vibrating
I'm shaking a cocktail while in bed. Is that bad?
This reminds me of the time you were crying and puking in the toilet at that party while i did shots of tequila in between blow drying your feet. miss you!
We left him in some bushes a few blocks down toward campus. Did he find his way home?
Just don’t be like me and break up between Christmas and NYE and then get blackout on NYE and puke in your undies.
Being forward is somethimes a problems. Like in sexual deity Kong.
I think you’re losing coherence.
I am
I either have a problem or a really good solution... I just ordered my homecoming dress off of a website that sells forplay outfits.
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