my soul wont recognize me after tonight
You can call me Bill Clinton. I brought 2 good looking Asians home last night.
You tried to convince her that if she gave you head she'd hear the ocean.....
He moved away. I mourned his dick all of Sunday. I feel a little better now.
Apparently he always goes for the wrong girl so it should be easy for me to nail him.
This beer is not sobering me up at all
First off, get on bc solely in preperation for this event. Second, as my little sister you have a lot of whore to live up to.
it's been dubbed the summer of antibiotics
His balls looked like two miss shaped chicken nuggets
So topless strobe light beer pong turned into me rugby tackling a bitch to the ground.my tits will never forgive me for sacrificing their majesticness for responsibility
Id have to say flaming beer pong was a royal success.
I didn't know what happened last night until the bruises in the shape of hands showed up on my boobs. Then it all made sense.
I knew there was a problem when things got heated and instead of rushing home I offered to get bagels instead
I wish I could accurately explain the embarrassment of standing in your bathroom with women's nair on your ass waiting to get in the shower.
You're a disaster
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