Standing here next to my mom talking to my friend trying to act like he doesn't sell me E every weekend.
I woke with a ring of glitter around my dick.... I kinda don't want to wash it off
if my spotter knew I was listening to the Wicked soundtrack on my iPod, I wouldn't even be mad if he dropped the barbell on my throat
you busted in the room, ripped the covers off of us, ... and fist pumped
currently hungover, lying in bed and cutting cheese with my drivers license. ashamed? not even a little bit.
That's like rubbing a penis in my face and not giving it to me.
We're friends with people in his circle of friends so we're half way in. It's like I've already given him a hand job.
spotted: something called the tunnel of opression. i feel like if we patricipated we wouldnt even be phased or we could run it better than them
Haha he's lucky I don't kick him back into the land of the majestic handjobs
No we don't really celebrate valentines day, we just use it as an excuse to drink 3 bottles of red wine and fuck for a few hours.
You climbed on top of the bar, shotgunned a 25oz fosters and screamed, Steve Irwin was a God amongst men.
he didn't stitch me up last time. in fact, he yelled at me for bleeding.
I wiped my ass with some girl's sock, I would honestly admit if I hate Caitlin's sandwich.
only 4 hours until nug lovin time
excuse me?
nug lovin. lovin nugs.
Every time I look at him 'Relax' by Frankie Goes to Hollywood plays in my head. Is that weird?
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