So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
i think at one point throughout the night i began eating birthday cake with a q-tip.
It's 4th of July all over again, we were chasing with the pool water.
We all have our weaknesses that drive us crazy. We happen to have one in common, 21 year olds. Your secrets safe. Touch his penis.
rumor has it I kept asking you to go to the "tall grass" with me...sorry about that.
I know. He gave me a hug and i was like jesus i can just feel the std through your sweatshirt
I find it worrying that she bit me in bed. Then proceeded to write her name in bite marks. All without ever losing the rhythm of our fucking.
In my dream, you became a famous tap-dancer. Congratulations.
I woke up sandwiched between them, all of us naked, and they were just sharing a cigarette, a donut, and the paper like it was just some normal post-threesome Sunday brunch.
You were so high that you only FaceTimed me so that you could stare into your own eyes and not actually say anything
I can't hookup with a guy in my car because it smells like Taco Bell..
That's actually very serious....I really do think of you whenever is see pizza
Do you know how fucking great a bath bomb is when you're high?
Last night I was the DD and was trying to drop off some chick I didn't know at her place. The closest thing to an address I got was "where the goldfish go."
Well, you started screaming "I dont know you GO AWAY" to your mom when she was holding your hair as you threw up in her garden.
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