Even my Mr Clean Magic Eraser can't make last night disappear.
what are u so afraid of ive smelled ur poop before
his penis was crooked so i rode him at an angle. he seemed used to this.
It's one of the many facets of my drunken alter egos. I'm like substance abuse batman.
we didnt even make it to the club...the two of us were sharing a plastc bag in the taxi puking into it.
We had a deepthroating contest with breadsticks at Olive Garden
Girl, he can't tell you not to take a bump just because you work tomorrow. You're on a wedding diet, remember?
This is that think about life weed. Thank god I'm in American lit this semester. I can actually write papers in this vat of introspective stoned.
He pointed at me, then leaned in and said "shes the best at blow jobs" then chris fist pumped him and said "dude, I know"
is leaving the club to fk in his friends van subtle?
I don't know if we can compare high school reunions anymore. The keg stands started before 7.
He went to cum on my stomach and somehow it got behind my ear. He's like a fucking jizz Houdini.
Exactly best part of my night he took of his shirt and surprise traveler fanny pack
I jizzed in his mayonnaise and put it back in the fridge. Shouldn't have stolen my weed.
Dude. So. Much. Sex. Find a girl in her 30s. Now.
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