Ive created a fbook group called "threesome" and invited two girls. Im not going to say a word and just see what happens.
So, I picked up my 7 ft tall lamp post and used it to close my door. I feel quite accomplished.
No amount of marijuana is enough to justify blood on my ceiling
Also, drinking coors light. Fuck that. Fuck that in the fucking face.
You are not allowed to borrow my car ever again. It smells like a hobo orgy happened in my backseat with a hint of onion. What did you do.
Hey, is this going to be a real date, or am I just meeting you at a hotel to have sex in the bathroom? Given our history, I think it's a fair question.
Congratulations, I drank so much for your birthday that I'm shitting blood.
Shirtless guy staggering down the sidewalk, puking into a Prada shopping bag. Ahhh, the walk of shame in Boystown.
Btw had an awesome time last night. Found some blood on my shirt and ear but I'll chalk it up to the tequila shots.
I'm just going to take the mature adult root and ignore him for a bit, and then pretend like I didn't see him jerking off.
That's not the problem. The problem is I thought I was over him but he smells nice today.
This is either the best idea i've ever had or the worst. stay tuned.
Yeah, he threw a chair and hit her in the side of the head. She started hysterically crying and then proceeded to continue kicking our ass at beerpong. The girls got talent.
There are twenty eight units in that building. There has to be at least one heterosexual in it. You can't have fucked your way through all of it.
So he called his lawyer from the bar to confirm the cost of hitting the douchebag before flooring him. I respect his planning skills.
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