You can't wash away shame.
I can try.
yeah it was kind of like, i'm 27 and still live in a frat house.. you honestly expect me to have "moral fiber" and a "conscience"
fighting downstairs. join me tonight to hear their makeup sex. also, let's make skittles vodka.
She sent me a pic of shot glasses on fire if that tells you anything
He just referred to himself as a sharp shooter. I had sex with that.
I'm stranded in the Hampton area. Looks like I'm going to have to take one for the team and pass out by this applebees.
I stopped in the middle of puking to wish you a happy birthday, so by default it means a lot.
Imagine getting smashed in the dick by a basketball. A basketball made of metal. With spikes. That's pretty much what his dick looked like.
The pool of urine in the trash can signifies both a regretful yet successful night.
I still can't get the taste of her nipples and the udon noodles out of my mouth
blue gatorade loses no color upon regurgitation
Drake has all the answers
Somehow reaching for the flaming hot cheetos ended up in the best sex of my life
Got my client divorced finally. He was even awarded the cat ashes. Yep I went to law school for this.
I had a good weekend too...although I cried about the dog in a drunken stupor last night...not one of my finest moments, but it's all water under the bridge.
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