I don't understand why we need a holiday to become more aware of boobs...
PS, you're not being slutty, you're "making dreams true."
She told me I was only the second guy she slept with. I told her she was only my second Megan.
you cried when she wouldn't let you have her bathroom rug.
How many folks do you know who bring coke to a dinner party. Seriously.
It feels like I've shaved away my winter coat and my vagina is going to freeze if I go outside.
I vaguely remember chanting "USA" at the pool when we were talking to the Frenchies.
We were pointing at fat people and chanting USA.
Well anything after a French guy would have been a disappointment. But I'm fairly certain he was just trying to masturbate into me.
but they dont look like handprints. looks like someone had a boxing match with my tits and my tits lost
For sure. Gotta go. Building an igloo.
last thing I remember is yelling 'sit on my face' through a traffic cone
At some point, I’d like to pretend that his penis is a popsicle.
I have the WORST hangover. Pretty sure my liver fell out while taking a dump. THAT bad.
Beard. Chest hair. Job.
The holy trinity.
I've finally become one of those chicks with a taco in her purse.
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