So apparently last night I was running around columbus circle station screaming that Obama was a pussy and that "waterboarding should always be an option" lol
I don't remember her name, all I remember is trying to suck the wedding ring off her finger.
On my way home I stopped at target and bought beer and galoshes. I am a planner.
he went up stairs with nothing on but calvin klein's and an eskimo hat, said hi to her dad, got a doughnut, and left like it was an everyday thing
she sent me pictures of 3 different vaginas and if I could pick which one was hers i could sleep with her.
I was always good at matching as a child.
Oh boy...do i want the 'something you can tell your mom in 10 yrs' version or the 'Im gonna call you a whore but be proud' version?
1 be hot 2 flirt with everyone 3 use hotness to make people do things for you. It's a simple model.
By the end of the night I was using him as a leg rest and he was handing me pizza rolls when I wiggled my hand. It's a proven method.
Think I pulled my pelvic muscle.
I think I pulled my ashamed of myself muscle.
Beautiful fucking linguistics Shakespeare, but youre still not doing that to my face
Time for jim to play the "dont seriously consider pooping in the trash" game
I yelled out look at all those hickeys. And then gave her boyfriend a high five
And amler is totally snoring loud as fuck sitting on the steps with her feet in a puddle of soda puke
sometimes a perk of being a drug dealer is amazon gift cards. who knew?
From what I remember I had fun, until I threw up, and lost my shoes..
But what if there are 6 people and they end up just pairing the off into 3 couples. Is it still an orgy?
Randomize
