I wouldn't call it sex. It's like when you put a plug in a socket half way. It's not all the way in but it still turns on the light.
Chillin with my Grandpa and my grandma tells us there is a tornado warning. My grandpa then says "We'll go hang out in the basement, we can bring the keg with us." This is why I love coming home
Blood. All over. Pre coke adventure needs to slow down unless I'm involved
Bring single women, or taken women who are unhappy with their relationships, or women who are happy with their relationships but have low moral standards, or women who just like to remove clothing when drunk (relationship status is unimportant for this option)
Steve just broke his bong and some kid in an american flag bathing suit and no shirt just fell down the stairs. Its dangerous here
I would compare it to a jeffrey but in smoothie form. More drugs in here than Bobby Brown's sock drawer.
You know it's time to cut back when your unemployed drug dealer roommate tells you that you party too hard.
It feels like my uterus is trying to crawl out of my ass wearing cleats. And yourself?
I think I may have walked up to her while she was with her friends and asked for a "do over".
So apparently blacked out me judges a man based on what type of dinosaur he would be...
you smell like cheap hookers & chicken nuggets.
Let's just say his oral game was lacking. Hell, lacking is too nice of a word to describe it.
You know you're an upperclassmen when you go to a party with no makeup, wet hair, weed socks, and no shoes, take a shot ski, then leave
If not, I can murder my liver twice...it's like a cat, it has 9 lives
You whispered 'For Frodo', handed me your shirt, and charged campus security.
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