So guy #2, the dancer, is programmed into my phone under the name H.uy. His number- 11 digits. I should have stopped drinking.
No one goes out in public like that, unless they do anal
You taught me that having a dip while u shit is awesome. I appreciate u for that
there's only 1 girl at Mount St Mary that's a virgin. the Mary statue standing outside
You were rubbing sand all over yourself and everyone else and claiming you were "EXFOLIATING."
He answered his phone while he was eating me out and proceeded to yell at his wife for interrupting lunch...impressed or rock bottom?
I'm high. Everything has a 45° angle. That is as far as my eyes open
I traded him cumming in my face for a year for a Disney annual pass. One giant leap back for feminism, one small step for the adult child Disney fan.
Woke up with two different pairs of pants in the pockets of a jacket.None of the above are mine.
I worked all year for this tax return. I deserve to get my nipples pierced.
He dared you to draw a map of the USA on your wall in mustard. You drew something that vaguely resembled a velociraptor eating Oklahoma, got embarrassed because you forgot how to spell America, then hid out in the coat closet until everybody left.
And now let us go forth, and be garbage people in public.
Isn't that our default mode?
YAS. BRING CRAB.
This drunk girl kept yelling for water so I dipped a cup in the toilet and gave it to her. She was thanking me all night.
Am I the only one who finds it completely appropriate to pre-game our Brazilians?
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