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what?
penguin condom
I should never bitch about not getting laid. He's begging me to come over and I'm saying no because I'm watching a Golden Girls marathon.
HOnestly. That's my one goal for this whole trip. I don't give a shit about souvenirs or sand. I want penis.
She just fell in the river. Meet us downstream with the bottle.
The port-a-pottys are knocked over so I have nowhere to sleep.
He just kept screaming "I have democratic immunity" as the cops dragged him into the car.
We simultaneously blacked out then simultaneously came to then simultaneously had sex with the neighbors. We're definitely meant to be roommates.
This is simple. Just sex and high fives. No feelings.
Come get your boy. He's cuddling with a bag of rice on the floor.
They're fucking on the bed next to me. I took adderall and smoked so there's no fucking help for me.
He walked in on me banging his sister and said "you're both old enough to make you own decisions. Carry on"
Remember how I have such good luck that it's almost bullshit?
I'm afraid to ask, but go on.
He's perfect in every other way. Is buying him a cockring too forward or just honest?
I don't know, we got really drunk and I slapped her with an ear of corn.
She was screaming and crying about how she couldn't find her middle finger. Then, she threw her body on to the pavement. Thats the last time we buy a freshmen a handle.
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