He had a stripper pole in his bedroom. I didn't know whether to be impressed or creeped out.
Just hungoverly hit my funny bone with a hot straightener. Triple threat.
i just threw up in the porta potty. i am in no condition to be guarding anyone's life rite now.
at the last minute we also decided to throw an egg in the beer bong. and he drank it, shell and all.
i sat alone in my bed and ate pizza and garlic fingers. The icing on the cake was hearing your moans from down the hall.
Question: would asking the hot guy from the grocery store to "beer me" his number be a poor decision?
It was like stroking your vagina with a cloud.
My last google search of the night was "Things that cost $102.50"
Like I had to call my dad because I couldn't manage to unlock the door. And when he got there to open it I was climbing the gate to get in.
wrestling a boy for fruit? sounds suspiciously like foreplay...
The stripper was dressed as the green lantern. Even for a geeky girls' bachelorette party it was lame ass.
I gave up great shower sex to be here so don't say I never did anything for our friendship.
You have the perkiest tits in all of North America. You're fine.
And then I woke you by humping you to Lionel Ritchie.
The report specifies "melted cheese food" as the cause of the burns. Your pride, like your cock, isn't getting out of this without heavy damage.
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