We hit a deer, sort of a buzz kill. But it's fine.
every time i send "do you want some cock" to her T9 manages to change it to "anal"...i think she's mad now
It's going to be great. They guy at the store said 3 shots and you won't be able to feel your face or stop smiling.
You tried to pay the bartender in graduation checks, I think you'll be fine in the real world.
He must be back home now. He moved his box of beer from her porch to ours.
Oh God! I'm naked from the waist down playing records. Too drunk. I don't even know what to do.
Balls out but with a shirt on. Eating ravioli. I don't know how to deal with this.
You take your time. Wallowing in last nights filth is the best way to get over a hangover
Ive seen his manscaping faults. Given the choice I'd rather dry hump a cactus
Maybe I'm just didn't notice and imagined a different penis as a Freudian coping mechanism?
The walk home lasted longer than the sex. He lives in the flat above the bar.
I wouldn't know what to do. You never really mentally prepare for a cactus getting thrown at your face.
I'm sure there's been a weekend in 2014 we were sober... Clearly it wasn't fun, bc I can't recall it. Point proven, alcohol is key.
You told his date she had the tits to be a stripper and the personality to be the pole. Of course he's pissed off.
We are the rockettes of vaginal bleeding
You had a good week dude, you bought a motorcycle and a beer bong with ur parents money, missed 2 classes, and ran from security twice, good first 2 days to college
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