Well apparently he's into motor boating.
He's sitting on the floor holding his bracket and crying, literally crying... he just keeps saying "Kansas how could you?" over and over
I faked it too. I just spit on your bed.
Just coat-checked 2 backpacks full of 40's...it was the bouncer's idea.
You were hugging the toilet and shouting "don't let fatty eat me" through the closed door.
She interrupted us having sex in the tent by threatening to kill us if we "got cum on the lasanga."
I think the threesome was inevitable when she walked out in nothing but his boxers followed by him completely naked.
It's like your nipple is comforting my nipple.
For a pair of gay men you destroy a lot of vagina.
What's the address and code again...does anyone need anything and why is my viking helmet on the bed?
i think we watched the dark knight rises after you left but i might have passed out through most of it. I remember crying at the end though. sad tears then happy tears.
Is it bad that I'm using the photo I took for my fake ID as my linkedin profile pic?
I need all the beers. I want to be holding on to the grass so I don't fall off the earth drunk.
So I woke and tried to get up. Then I realised my foot was stuck in the pocket of the pool table.
It's routine now. He comes home from work and i ride him like a cowgirl with only a few sips of wine. I love being his neighbor.
Randomize
