Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
operation harelip BJ is a go
is it wrong that I want a "Where The Wild Things Are" tshirt that points to my junk?
i woke up surrounded by junior mints. not to mention, there was a huge pyramid of natty cans baracading the door shut. this is why i can't drink alone.
I am not old enough to be running into past fucks at the bank. This is at least a twenty five year old milestone.
I figured that I'd start organizing the places ive given head. I'll add treehouse right after bandroom
How many bratwuest were you able to fit in your mouth at one time? It's me, Hans.
I just called my mom 'Napoleon bronaparte'. I need to stop hanging out with you.
Also they do not have any come back to america, i miss my fuck buddy cards at Hallmark.
Mate, you pissed in my bed. Then told me to "Just keep swimming"
I woke up in a strange bathroom. Was I blonde when you left me last night?
Don't have sex in a tent there are so many opportunities for infections
You know it's time to call it a night when every guy in the bar (all 3 of them) have seen you naked at one time or another.
We will let tequila do the talkin this weekend
The only food I have to eat is weed gummies and magic mushrooms... This is peak 34
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